In the mid 1980's, Aunt Ruthie bought a house in Misenheimer from the Culp family for the incredible amount of $6500 dollars. She renovated it, set it up as her art studio, but only spent one night there. [See Granny's Pantry # 37, December 11, 2016, Finding Misenheimer ]
One of the outbuildings, the granary that may have been the original house, is also the home of a mother turkey vulture.
In the South, the common name for this large and strange bird is Buzzard.
Buzzards have never had a very good reputation. William Faulkner said:
"If I were reincarnated, I'd want to come back a buzzard. Nothing hates him or envies him or wants him or needs him. He is never bothered or in danger, and he can eat anything."
We've seen this mother buzzard, or perhaps she has been replaced by her grown off-spring, for years. She may be sitting in the window of the old structure or she may fly from the window to a nearby tree when she hears a "people invasion" in the yard of her home.
This buzzard, or returning offspring, have raised their babies in the upstairs of the abandoned structure for years.They are not charming young, and we give them and their mother wide berth.
For some reason, the surrounding area appears to be prime gathering area for the buzzards in the neighborhood. Just down the small, quiet street, are trees and a tall metal tower where they come to roost in the evenings.They have even been know to congregate even closer in trees around the house.
Spooky sight, those buzzards.
The eye that mocks a father and scorns to obey a mother will be picked out by the ravens of the valley and eaten by the vultures. (Proverbs 30:17)