Thanks to Google, I now know the graceful wind walkers I've been calling " turkey buzzards" are really Turkey Vultures; and-despite some earlier (very persistent) mis-classification, aren't Raptors either - but members of the Stork family. ( Imagine what kind of babies THEY would deliver !!)
I mention all this because I've just had my morning visit from "Vinnie the Vile" - who soars low over our house,hovers over the back yard,and peers into the picture window--where I just happen to be sitting.
"Are you done yet ? ", he wonders .
"Not quite !" , I respond frostily.
This morning, he said: " I'm Vinnie the Vile , and, when you're ready, I'll be your Server."
With that, he soared into the next yard. It was sort of like watching a flat stone skip on water.
He circled around again. " What ???"
"What does "serving me" entail ? " , I demanded
Vinnie bobbed his rather ugly red head up and down. " Okay ! Technically, I would be apportioning you : making sure everyone gets a fair share.I've got dibs on your liver, of course..."
" Whoa !! TMI !!! Way too much information !!!! ", I shout. " Besides, I'm planning on cremation."
"Ewwwww....disgusting !" , croaked Vile Vinnie. "I can't abide "extra crispy" !! "
With that, he flapped away almost frantically.
So: How did YOUR morning go ??