canesisters
Garden Master
Some of you know that I have a murder of crows that hang around the scale house. I lay french fries out on the scales for them in the afternoons sometimes. They're just really cool to watch. This past Monday something standing on the scale caught my attention. "THAT was NOT a crow" I thought and backed up for a better look. It was a buzzard. Black from one end to the other - BIG and bald headed. Just about that time one of the drivers was ready to scale out and nearly ran it over because it didn't fly away. It jumped over the rail and started walking back up the road towards the landfill. Well - I know nothing about buzzards so I figured that he'd just go on about his business.
It's been nearly a week and he's still here. Just walking around. Never flying. He walks the 1/4mile or so to the shop and hangs out in the garage. He walks the 1/4mile or so up the to the ash cell looking for lunch scraps and then walks back down. Poor thing can not possibly be getting enough to eat down here - there's no garbage - just pavement and grass.
So anyway, today I had a little break in truck traffic and he was back on the scale so I decided to try and get a better look at him. See if maybe he looked hurt or sick or something. Well, I chased that little bugger all over the field across from the scale. I got close enough to see that he does not appear to be injured. And being all shiney and smooth feathered, he doesn't appear ill either. Maybe he's the buzzard version of a fledgling???
Well a little bit after my 'examination' of the buzzaard my feet started itching. Then my legs. Then pretty much everything else. I finely got enough of a break to get my shoes off and take a look - expecting seed ticks. Nothing. Wait... little, tiny black specks..... OH NO!!!!!!!!! I've got chiggers!!!!!!!!!!

It's been nearly a week and he's still here. Just walking around. Never flying. He walks the 1/4mile or so to the shop and hangs out in the garage. He walks the 1/4mile or so up the to the ash cell looking for lunch scraps and then walks back down. Poor thing can not possibly be getting enough to eat down here - there's no garbage - just pavement and grass.
So anyway, today I had a little break in truck traffic and he was back on the scale so I decided to try and get a better look at him. See if maybe he looked hurt or sick or something. Well, I chased that little bugger all over the field across from the scale. I got close enough to see that he does not appear to be injured. And being all shiney and smooth feathered, he doesn't appear ill either. Maybe he's the buzzard version of a fledgling???
Well a little bit after my 'examination' of the buzzaard my feet started itching. Then my legs. Then pretty much everything else. I finely got enough of a break to get my shoes off and take a look - expecting seed ticks. Nothing. Wait... little, tiny black specks..... OH NO!!!!!!!!! I've got chiggers!!!!!!!!!!




