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Mom texted the family groupchat today all excited. “Vultures circling the
barn!” she wrote.
Sounds ominous, but, no–
1) Turkey vultures are migratory and don’t return to our area until spring.
2) Specifically, for some reason, there are several turkey vultures who
like our barn.
2a) not to roost in, no. That’s not what they do on the barn roof.
I texted back, “Put Love Shack on the jukebox,” and my mom wrote back with
a winky emoji, which I did not know she knew how to use.
Flash back about, hm, how old am I now… okay probably about twenty-five
years ago, now. We’re sitting in the back porch sunroom, recently renovated
into a pleasant lounging-space, no longer the mudroom it was for my early
childhood. There’s a view of the barn from the back porch, which you can’t
see from other rooms of the house.
Mom leaps up. She is something of a birdwatcher, and likes to observe the
winged critters around the house. She exclaims, she has seen big wings out
by the barn. She grabs the binoculars. There’s a vulture on the barn roof!
There are– more than one vulture on the barn roof! She manages to get an
unobstructed view. All us kids are sitting up in great interest, waiting to
find out what she sees.
The vultures are– there’s flapping, but they’re– perched? there are – there
are two of them– they’re —
oh, mom says.
“What?” we all ask.
Well, Mom admits, now we know where the vultures go to make more vultures.
Anyway she’s been watching ever since and they come back every year. We
don’t know where they nest, but we sure know where they fuck.
I think I have different associations with what vultures are an omen of
than most people.
Mom just texted the inevitable follow-up, with the next sign of spring,
which was a photograph of the back of her hand with a tick on it.
“Well,” she wrote, “spring has definitely sprung.”
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