A Face Nobody Can Love

Buzzard face

Turkey Vulture (Cathartes aura)

A face only a mother could love, its head is completely bald, covered with coarse red  skin. Its eyes are beady, seeming to blankly stare. This is a creature so disgustingly ugly few people will ever feel the wish to get  close and personal.

Viewed from afar, this bird presents a different story.
Soaring buzzard

Graceful in flight

Long graceful six-foot wings seldom flap as  it soars far above the earth, riding the wind currents;  keen eyes watching  for the carrion on which to feed.

The buzzard may fly solo;  or hundreds of  silent kin may join in,  dipping five-pound  gliders, high in the sky, looking for the tower or trees,  where it  will rest.

I remember butchering day each year on the farm.  There is not a flying creature in sight. Suddenly the whishing sounds of closing wings of  buzzards landing in the field fill the air, along with the low guttural grunting of these thirty inch tall black scavengers who soon clean the area of  the carrion carried there  by my Dad.

A picture of an old overgrown abandoned homestead, a buzzard sitting forlornly on the roof gazing around just as the sun is setting is the symbol of utter abandonment  It screams “All is lost!”

No, he is  not  good-looking; he is not someone I would want as a best friend; he is a symbol of negativity, but he performs a valuable service like no others can do.

Come to think of it, that describes some people I know.
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One response to this post.

  1. Posted by Debbie B on December 5, 2009 at 7:51 am

    Yup, it’s humbling to imagine if your job didn’t get done for a whole month, would you be missed as greatly as the waste worker that didn’t do his job for a whole month–or by as many people? I think not! Who has the greater value?

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