Friday, November 9, 2012

Putrid Buzzard Hill


We get a lot of buzzard visits near our farm.  Roadkill triggers a visit.  An occasional neighboring cow death brings a veritable convention of buzzards.  Then they hang around for days.  Perched threateningly in our trees.  Very Hitchcockian.  My brother, Roland, a biologist, tells me that they are not interested in us or our pets as we are too, well, alive.  Still it is a little disconcerting.

It is such a regular occurrence that, when trying to find a name for our farm, our son Travis offered Putrid Buzzard Hill.  Yes, we do live on a hill.  Yes, we get the odd visit from buzzards.  But we still chose a different name.  We have aspirations of starting a B&B and we thought the Putrid name would be slightly off-putting.  Perhaps.

On Tuesday we had to run the buzzard gauntlet to go out to vote.  Something very dead in the road.  I would make a comment about buzzards and politics, but I prefer to be apolitical on this blog.  You, however, are free to make up your own headline.


  1. Thanks Rebecca for the ability to make a headline regarding buzzards and politics, but we too prefer to steer away (sorry about the cow reference) from controversial topics. Everyone has and is entitled to his/her own opinion and views, which is why we all live here. And yes, another B&B name would be a good idea.

  2. Umm. I don't even know what to say to this!