Vultures

I saw a turkey vulture yesterday. We had stopped on our ride to fix something and when I heard the whoosh of his wings I looked up in the trees and there he was gliding through the air to a branch. Then I smelled it; rotting, pungent, acrid air wafting of the decomposing carcass of a deer. Yuck! He was having breakfast. Mmmmmmm rotting flesh! The trip in today was gorgeous, dark blue gunmetal skies over sharply defined peaks, I love the solstice! Rolling through the trails and town to work made me appreciate the decisions we make and the sacrifices we stomach.