Friends

Ya, it's about the Vultures. I'm so odd that way. It should be about all the wonderful folks that I care about. The folks that care about me and send their fine thoughts my way. Thanks to everyone.
No, it will be about the shadows of my roads. They will not be here much longer. The shadows I have ridden with for what seems like such a long adventure. The fine Vultures. The big birds of the roads near and far. Black birds on the plane side. I mean to say airplane side. The Black Vultures and the Turkey Vultures. Both sometimes the same. Just giant, wonderful soaring shadows of this season on the road with my bike. I still have the feather of the early season given to me by one of the dark monarchs. Their presents will be needed else where soon. Their job needs to move on. There is work south of here for several months. The food that we never look at. The corner dinner we can not see. The fast food that got a lot slower. The food Vultures love to eat. Best served a little on the old side. A little on the soft side to. Vultures are wonderful big birds. Now I have made it sounds as though Vultures only eat off the road or the side of the road. Eat the creatures that did not make the next day. This is true a lot of the times. A Vulture will never pass up an easy soft meal. A meal that has aged to a perfect taste. Well, it's more like a perfect softness. So I was somewhat surprised to see how often the Black Vultures were hunting in the fresh cut and harvested fields. One up about 35 to 50 feet and the other down very low. 3 feet or so. Flushing out the now exposed field animals to the partner flying a little higher. It is similar to how a hawk couple will hunt. No one thinks of Vultures as hunters. I never did till this year. So many times after harvest this was happening. I was very impressed. Watching a bird of that size freak out the little critters in the field so the partner about could swoop down and catch the field food. Over and over this happened towards the end of this season. Almost as though to say, "the work here is getting to hard. Lets move on to easier fields". Still a beautiful site. One low hunter passed over me close enough to look at me. What the Vulture was thinking was it's own business. I did not want to think about what the Vulture was really thinking. Food on the wheel.
No, I should be writing about all the wonderful folks in my life with Mary Anne. All the good thoughts turned my way. I think of these thoughts with kind appreciation. Writing to thank the kind thoughts during some mighty scary times. Times that lead me to think I am no different than the road food I saw so much of this season. I made it this far. I will work on the next miles tomorrow.