I see them everywhere out here in the country. Usually dining on the side of the road, they fly away and seem to miss my car by a mere millimeter. This day I spied these Vultures, or Turkey Buzzards, catching some rays on the top of a tin barn roof. I discovered that they love warmth and will ride thermal air drafts high in the sky for fun, not necessarily waiting for something to die. Buzzards can glide for over six miles and their wing span, that one that barely misses my windshield, can stretch up to six feet.
Though I see them as somewhat ugly and frightening creatures, they cannot kill their own food. Their claws are far too weak and therefore rely on eating deceased herbivores. Buzzards have a digestive tract that kills all virus and bacterial organisms. They essentially, "clean", that roadside grub by devouring it and ridding the said roadside of germs.
They have strong family ties that allow them to occupy the same roost for over one hundred years. Aviary specialists report that they are playful birds that can form strong bonds with their caregivers.
Southern folklore states that if you see the shadow of a buzzard on the ground without seeing the bird, you will soon have company.
They like to give me the up close view, so I don't think I will have any problem with this one.