I saw Tiger the other day. As Rex and I rounded the corner of the shed, heading toward Rex’s poopy spot, Tiger jumped up from where his lifeless body had rested till we brought him to the farm to bury him. His orange body flew toward our neighbor’s house and I even called out his name. I swore Rex saw him too as he pulled my arm out of the socket (again) in his efforts to chase Tiger. I realized it was not Tiger since we had buried him almost a week ago, but it was a vivid image. I realized Rex had probably spotted a squirrel and, as usual, could not figure out where the darn critter had gone. Rex apparently still needs to learn to look up the tree trunk and not just sniff around the bottom of it.
So Tiger has been on my mind. This is the firs time in my four decades that a pet has been killed by a car. My sons didn’t even finish their first decades before it had happened. I suppose they’ll be wiser for it.
Then last night I swore I saw Tiger’s lifeless little body on the side of the street again.
It wasn’t there this morning, in the sunlight. Shocking.
It wasn’t Tiger but some other animal done in by the road. The boys found the carcass this afternoon. They went looking for it because this morning Rex and I happened upon the two turkey vultures dining on it for breakfast. I think the buzzards dragged it across the street to the grassy side of the road to have a more private dining experience. Rex and I gave them a wide berth this morning and I mentioned it to the boys so they would avoid that part of the yard this morning before church.
This guaranteed that when we got home from the university this afternoon that they headed straight to that spot once they had finished their outdoor chores. The turkey vultures (some call them buzzards) were gone. The carcass was not. My sons gave me a great moment in my tale of mothering. I was able to call out proudly to them to stop looking at the carcass and come finish their homework. A proud moment indeed.
Thinking of the turkey vultures made me thing of Bugs Bunny and the vulture/buzzard episode. This made me look up turkey vulture and discovered that the old world and new world vultures are not that closely related. There were some fancy biological terms that were more than my brain could handle at the moment, but still I now understand the difference in appearance. I was more familiar with the old world than the new world.
This made me wonder how well the turkey vultures get along with the wild turkeys that live in our town. And do they bother the lonely swan at the 7-11? And finally it made me truly thankful that we found Tiger first and not the vultures.
And that is why I didn’t finish grading papers tonight.