Nick Conrad
Turkey Vultures Somehow overnight they have returned to their favorite tree, which each year seems to welcome a few more of these white knuckled sleepers. Culinary coroners, they huddle at dusk round road kill. Gimlet eyed, they dine on spleen, pick clean even the spine. Their shadows haunt blue sky days. Kite-like, they ride the thermals, eyeing all the while each patient’s progress.
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