Weldon came to the house saying, "You gotta see the strange critter I found in the field." Since I was in the middle of preparing supper, he said I could wait and see it after we ate. Great. So we ate. Then he was all about this critter, again.
"Okay, okay. Where is it?"
"It's on the tractor. I can bring it up to the house."
By this time, I'm figuring this is some kind of joke. What could he possibly have found that would be so intriguing? He's such a knucklehead. I'm ready. Bring it on ....
EEEUUUUUWW! GROSS!! WHAT IS IT?
Wait! I gotta get my camera :-)
It seems all that remains of the buzzard is his head, a few wing bones, and his stomach ... full of raccoon fur. Yup, what looks like his body is just his stomach. DISGUSTING!!!!
There were no feathers around the odd couple, so Weldon surmised that a coyote dragged eater and eaten to the middle of the cornfield. Pat has sent photos to a biologist at Guilford College in Greensboro to see what he has to say about this weird joining of dead animals. Final thoughts:
Glutton: one who digs his grave with his teeth.
... or ...
Bizarre is as Buzzard does!