turkey vultures

This morning, Henry noticed something disturbing: Right across the street, up in some pine trees, there were about 30 turkey vultures. We were in a hurry to get to school, so I told him I would keep an eye out for them, and luckily they were still there when I got back home. I think they must be confused about this weird non-winter and migrating back northward. Anyway, they were close and creepy and quiet. Probably pooping all over their own legs while they waited for something to die so they could have a nice breakfast. Yarf.