Wanted: More Efficient Turkey Vulture in Our Neighborhood

This is long...  warm up your coffee before you start reading.

I'm sure you are all aware of the "frozen chicken falling on the head of an Assawoman, Virginia  horse rider" story on October 10, 2012.

What?

You didn't see that story?

Go read it  here.  Or if you don't have time I can do a quick summary for you.  Teenager in Assawoman Virginia is riding a horse when she is bonked on the head with a piece of frozen raw chicken falling from the sky.  No apparent source of falling chicken.  She was wearing a helmet at the time. (the teenager, not the frozen chicken)

Crazy I know.

Who would believe it.

Poor horse rider. 

Even a year and a half later I find myself shocked.


You know........



What parent would raise their child in a town named Assawoman!

Anyway....

We had a similar experience here without the raw chicken, horses, and crazy town name.

Remember when it was so cold that the temperature didn't go above 5 degrees for four days (and the kids didn't have school and I was so flummoxed I missed missed seeing Mary Crawly wallow in grief)?

That was when my son Cicero saw a hawk drop a rabbit onto the icy snow in the back of the yard.

We don't know when the bunny met it's demise, but it was definitely cold and dead by the time it slid across the ice. 

The dog and I passed it several times when walking.  He looked at it far more longingly than I did.

One morning when it got above freezing and I was leaving for work I saw a turkey vulture disposing of the remains. 

The next night I was walking the dog in the dark with the long leash.  I looked down at him when we walked under the street light.

"Hey the corporal doesn't usually have such a dark mustache."

Ack....  That's bunny fur.

Needless to say the gloves I was wearing that evening are referred to as the bunny gloves now that they've been used to grab bunny parts out of the corporals mouth.

And we need a more efficient turkey vulture in our neighborhood.