Today my brother came in and exclaimed, "They're b-a-a-c-k!" and I immediately knew that he meant that the BUZZARDS are here. I said, "They're early!", knowing that the Annual Return Of The Buzzards in Hinckley, Ohio, is March 15. I said, "It's probably because of global warming.", as the temperature is 49 degrees today.
Each year, when the buzzards are traveling to Hinckley, Ohio, a great number of them stop and rest in trees in our side yard. My husband will run into the house and yell, "The buzzards are here!", grab his camera and go out to photograph the event. We moved to our present home in May, 1984, and in March, 1985, we noticed approximately thirty buzzards roosting in the large trees on the east side of our property. We are fascinated by their soaring, eerie beauty.
Several years ago, a woman came to our house and asked, "Can I come to your house when the buzzards come?" I asked, "How do you know about the buzzards?" She answered, "We were driving by one day and saw them in your trees and I told my daughter that I was going to ask you if we can come to your yard when they come again so we can see them up close." I asked, "How do you know they'll come again?" She answered, "We've seen them twice so I figure they come every year." I replied, "Of course you can come join us." She asked, "Why hasn't the newspaper ever covered this?" I said, "I think some of my neighbors would be upset if I publicized it."
She said, "We call your house the Buzzard House." She saw me wince at the reference and said, "Oh, every time we drive by, we talk about the buzzards!"
She said, "You should have a party!"
My brother, ever the wit, said, "Yeah, you could serve bird's nest soup!"