I should have posted this earlier but got ahead of myself scheduling entries. We actually saw our first turkey vultures before February even ended. On March third I stepped out my front door to check the mailbox and saw a flock so large they startled me, nearly blacking out the blue. There may have been five hundred in perhaps a square quarter mile of sky.
Unfortunately they dispersed in the time it took me to run inside and find my camera. Snapping away, I photographed the last westward flying birds.
|At Lower Center, Two are Crossing at Different Altitudes|
|A Kettle, So-Named After Bubbles in Boiling Water|
|The Sun Sinking Over Neighboring Roofs|
For the fun of it, here is an old photo from June of 2013. Unfortunately our neighbors had to cut down this great, dying tree.
|Soaking in the Sunrise|
Hinkley, eat your heart out. We Southwester Ohioans deserve a Buzzard Day.