Looking Tense...on the Fence

I could see from way down the road that a "herd" of buzzards were enjoying lunch. There were probably ten of them, feasting on a squashed squirrel.

Most flew off, but three perched on the fence. I tried to shoot through my windshield, but finally opened my door, and quietly got out.

They are the garbage disposals of the animal world, but...kind of regal in an ugly sense.