Buzzards

Mary’s Monday Musings to Quilt Encouragement
Buzzards

I rounded the corner of a neighborhood to see three enormous birds in the street. At first I thought they were turkeys, they were so large. But as I drove closer, I could see they were turkey buzzards with bright red on their heads. A dead squirrel was their focal point. They flapped their long wings before one of them took possession of the prey and flapped his way to the side of the road. The other two leisurely watched in no hurry to get out of the way of my approaching car. The birds weren’t pretty and certainly their meal was unappealing. But these birds, as unattractive as they appear, are powerful creatures and perform the important task of cleaning up dead things including road kill. They perform their God given purpose and fill their bellies as a result.