Yesterday, when I walked Phinnie and I saw big birds. They were not yellow. I don’t like seeing these birds just waiting for a corpse. They are often in several trees—100’s of them.
If I were reincarnated, I'd want to come back a buzzard. Nothing hates him or envies him or wants him or needs him. He is never bothered or in danger, and he can eat anything. William Faulkner
Or better yet…
Buzzards got to eat, same as worms. Outlaw Josey Wales
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