Most buzzards fly around in the sky until they detect the odor (or to them, the delicious aroma ) of road kill.
Then they circle around until they finally zero in on their meal.
Not the psychic buzzards, they just start congregating at some point along the road.
The people around here know what that means.
"Something is fixing to get run over, right there."
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Monday, February 11, 2013
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