In 1985, my grandfather wrote “In most parts of Ontario it is a rare sight to see these big vultures soaring aloft with scarcely a wingbeat, tilting from side to side”.
Since that time, they have expanded their summer range northward and we saw one, likely on its way south, today.
10 am group:
1 pm group:
The feather from the raven’s breast
Falls on the stubble lea
The acorns near the old crow’s nest
Fall pattering down the tree
The grunting pigs that wait for all
Scramble and hurry where they fall. – Emily Brontë (1818–48)