vultures.

These giant birds have been hanging out in the marsh behind our house. They are vultures, I think. When they spread their wings, the span must be at least five and a half feet. There is an old dead tree on the other side of the marsh from our yard; I call it the "Georgia O'Keefe Tree" because it reminds me of her paintings- although it is actually more Dali-esque... anyhow, the vultures have been congregating on and around this dead tree. About six of them. Every once in awhile they take turns swooping around in circles up to the deep part of the river and then back again. Mike thinks it is some sort of ominous sign, but I don't like to think this way. I like to think that this is just nature at work. It is a cycle.