Instead of walking up the sidewalk to the front door like we usually do, we snuck in the garage door, through the inside of the house and up to the living room window. One had flown off, but the other 4 were still there. I took photos through the front window. They just sat there.
I opened the front door. Still there.
We were beginning to wonder if they knew something we didn't. Were they waiting on us to keel over?
Finally, when I took a couple steps onto the porch, they flew off.
An hour or so later, I looked out again, and they were back. Ok, this was getting really strange. Again, I opened the door, and they just sat there, until I stepped outside. That time, I thought I saw something on the ground.After they flew away, I walked over to the fence. There was a dead opossum on the ground right against the fence, half hidden in the grass.
Whew! It was the opossum they wanted, not us. What a relief!
That was actually our second experience with buzzards this summer.
On Easter Sunday, we took a drive in PA, exploring some backroads. As we were driving up one road, a buzzard started flying up the road ahead of us, as if it were leading us. We followed it for at least a quarter mile, maybe more.
We started wondering that day too. What does it know that we don't? Was it leading us to our demise?
Seriously, we knew that wasn't the case. But we had fun joking around about it, especially since at that point we weren't sure where we were. After a few miles, we finally realized we were headed up the mountain roads to Mount Davis, which is PA's highest point.
Ahh, good. Now we knew where we were. And the buzzard let us go the rest of the way in peace.
