The Red River Gorge - shaman

Buzzards

Turkey Vulture Trio

Turkey vultures gather in the stark desolation of winter, nature's silent gothic children wearing black like a proud shroud, reveling in their non-conformity. Grim wings flung open, embracing mortality with the cold detachment of obituary writers, their mere presence punctuates death's finality upon a scene. And yet, when one lifts its wings to fly, it soars with the grace of angels, riding currents with an elegant dignity that moves souls to prayer. How can one see a turkey vulture on the wing and not be moved by beauty, and to an acceptance of death and life as equal parts in the whole of existence?

~Mary A. Redus

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