David Hines (hradzka) wrote,
David Hines
hradzka

vultures above

When I got home today, I noticed something odd across the street. Vultures, lots of them, in the trees and in the undergrowth. I parked the car, went into the cabin, let out the dog, then put her on lead and walked over to see what the birds had chosen to go NOM NOM NOM on. I was worried that it might be somebody's pet, or a stray dog, but no -- it was a deer. No fooling, a good-sized deer, with a hole in its shoulder where vultures had been nibbling. Not sure if it was hit by a car, or just selected that moment to drop dead, but there it was.

The odd thing is that the smell of decomp wasn't so strong right there, but back in the pasture near my cabin, across the road and a little down from it, MAN was the pong strong. Puzzled the hell out of the dog, who was sniffing the air in the pasture and wandering around, obviously wondering, "Well, okay, where the heck *is* it?"

DOG. *sniff sniff*
HINES. "No, you're not allowed to roll in it."
DOG. "..."
DOG. "BOSS. You READ MY MIND."
HINES. "I know, honey. I know."
Tags: critters, life
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