
They have returned: the buzzards, or, perhaps more properly, the vultures. Here they are, perching on the end of our dock at Bream Lake, trying their best to look like little wrens so we won't notice them and shoo them away. I have mixed feelings about these creatures: on the one hand I appreciate the job they do for us. They are nature's sanitation department. They scavenge for dead creatures , eat them, and clean up the countryside. This is good. They also congregate in large numbers and roost in trees near ones property, creating, as a group, the most God-awful stench imaginable. I guess they're like a jail house: necessary- but "not in my back yard". I think the plusses outweigh the minusses.