Here are two of our cats — Cammy (the calico) and her special needs son Chuckles behind her, closely observing a swarm of vultures that descended upon a dead possum across the street for a hearty, healthy meal. All told there were about a dozen who eventually joined the party.
Harlot was out there, too, but under a car. Inside, Binky and Silhouette watched from a window. Only Rudy missed he show. I guess.
At one point, Cammy advanced across the sidewalk onto the swale — that’s the strip of grass between sidewalk and street; a term we didn’t know until living here in the banana republic — as though to charge the feasting birds of prey. Bad idea: those birds are huge and have ferocious claws and beaks; I doubt they’d appreciate an interruption — but fortunately a car came down the street and she scurried back.
The possum was picked clean of flesh and fur in about an hour. I assume the vultures flew off to a Starbucks for coffee.
Close-up below: is anybody else reminded of a city commission meeting?