Here in the Northeast, they would be Turkey Buzzard. Something like a giant crow with hooked beak, but only their face is free of feathers. They do the job and keep the roadsides clean. But they do swarm and circle in the traditional manner.
January 11, 2018 at 12:09 am
Dread
Just saber rattling. Nothing more. It’ll never happen. Nice dream though!
January 11, 2018 at 12:23 am
Deplorable B Woodman
Dread,
“Nothing more”. Good line, right author, but wrong poem. You want, “Never more”. (or is it, “Nevermore”?)
Thank you, my work here is done. I’m off to bed. Busy today, busy tomorrow.
January 11, 2018 at 12:19 am
Deplorable B Woodman
Alfred Hitchcock in the neighborhood??
January 11, 2018 at 12:23 am
Kafiroon
Me thinks the “meat” has been dead for a long time.
January 11, 2018 at 12:48 am
Interventor
Carrion.
January 11, 2018 at 2:08 am
pyrodice
…”My wayward son”
(There’ll be peace when they are gone)
January 11, 2018 at 7:05 am
Deplorable B Woodman
Well played! We haz a winner!
January 11, 2018 at 8:32 am
PaulS
Put your weary head to rest,
And don’t you cry no more.
January 11, 2018 at 10:44 am
John D. Egbert
I’m reminded of the kids’ (ostensibly) TV toon show Rocky and His Friends – specifically a chapter title during the search for the Kerwood Derby: “Buzzard Bait or The Carrion Call.”
*Sigh* another good one that couldn’t be made – let alone aired – today,
January 11, 2018 at 12:26 am
Deplorable B Woodman
We could always go with Leonard Skinnard, “The Smell of Death Surrounds You”.
January 12, 2018 at 9:28 am
Doggo
Pronounced L Y N Y R D S K Y N Y R D
January 11, 2018 at 12:28 am
KenH
Maybe if you two PRICKS would just frakking DIE, it’d be less a problem, bitch
January 11, 2018 at 8:33 am
PaulS
🙂
January 11, 2018 at 2:48 pm
John
Not good enough.
We need full exposure and documentation as a warning to those who would follow the Clinton Example.
January 11, 2018 at 4:21 pm
armedandsafe
Please stop insulting female dogs.
January 11, 2018 at 1:36 am
John T. Block
May the crows get BOTH of them, with all the bodies on their back trail…. The ve built a metric shit-ton of bad karma in life, the payback will be EPIC….
Them’s buzzards. Looks exactly like the scene I see often here in Fla…and since that’s where Chris is too, that might even be one of his artistic altered photos. Beautiful in its own natural way.
Dead meat? Yes, the scavengers can smell it from a mile away…or is that just the stench of the evil murderous soul-less undead? Either way, they’ll meet their end soon enough…sadly I would bet big that it won’t be due to anything “the system” does…and I only bet on sure things.
The only thing I wanted from that miserable POS was a signature on my retirement papers from the military. I only wish it had been somebody else. 1994, got home, checked my gear, and tried to disappear.
January 11, 2018 at 10:47 am
John D. Egbert
Ah feel yore pain. My timing was better: Reagan in 1988 . . .
January 11, 2018 at 11:35 am
JSStryker
Started my Navy term of service in 1976 under Jimmy Carter (a pox on him) and ended it under Ronald Reagan in 1982, you could feel a real difference in morale once Reagan took over.
JSS, if you started in ’76 it would have been under Ford at least for a bit right? So start and end under an R with a big Dim in between. Well whoever CIC was you did your job, and I thank you and all y’all vets for it.
January 11, 2018 at 8:56 pm
MasterDiver
Sadly mine was signed by Obummer in 2012.
Zar Belk!
January 11, 2018 at 6:29 am
eon
If the crows start cawing really loud, the two of them may find themselves, or rather their souls, someplace they have never believed they’d end up. See The Dunwich Horror (1969), or just read the original story by H.P. Lovecraft.
clear ether
eon
January 11, 2018 at 7:28 am
GWB
A Lovecraftian (failed sanity check) fate seems to already be Hillary’s fate. (I’ve been reading Amanda Green’s reviews of her book over at Sarah Hoyt’s blog.)
A more permanent Lovecraftian ending certainly seems desirable, though.
(And, Chris, got the Redvolution download. Thanks!)
January 11, 2018 at 8:01 am
Bill G
Crows? Buzzards? Time for the Wild Hunt to ride through.
January 11, 2018 at 8:40 am
Coffee Mug
Chris – Loose the Creative Juice! You have uncovered solid gold here. Time to mine.
Onward Ho!
January 11, 2018 at 9:06 am
MasterDiver
A Murder of Crows stalks the Murderers!
Zar Belk!
January 11, 2018 at 9:36 am
Pamela
What level of Hell will they reside in once their corpses are rendered to bits?
Only issue I see is the birds poo contaminating whatever it lands on.
January 11, 2018 at 9:49 am
Doggo
We need permanent air cover over those two. Every time one of the birds drops some ordnance we’ve got to get a replacement airborn.
January 11, 2018 at 10:42 am
Halley
What was destroyed in that timely fire?
a. provocative pics from Huma
b. Lolita Express receipts
c. “golden shower” video of Bill and 2 interns
d. letter of thanks from Putin (radioactive)
e. smoking guns
I’m going with all of the above
January 11, 2018 at 10:52 am
John D. Egbert
Auric Goldfinger probably said it best: “once is happenstance; twice is coincidence; three time is enemy action.”
These two are so far beyond that boundary words just don’t suffice.
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Are those crows – or buzzards? 🙂
Here in the Northeast, they would be Turkey Buzzard. Something like a giant crow with hooked beak, but only their face is free of feathers. They do the job and keep the roadsides clean. But they do swarm and circle in the traditional manner.
Just saber rattling. Nothing more. It’ll never happen. Nice dream though!
Dread,
“Nothing more”. Good line, right author, but wrong poem. You want, “Never more”. (or is it, “Nevermore”?)
Thank you, my work here is done. I’m off to bed. Busy today, busy tomorrow.
Alfred Hitchcock in the neighborhood??
Me thinks the “meat” has been dead for a long time.
Carrion.
…”My wayward son”
(There’ll be peace when they are gone)
Well played! We haz a winner!
Put your weary head to rest,
And don’t you cry no more.
I’m reminded of the kids’ (ostensibly) TV toon show Rocky and His Friends – specifically a chapter title during the search for the Kerwood Derby: “Buzzard Bait or The Carrion Call.”
*Sigh* another good one that couldn’t be made – let alone aired – today,
We could always go with Leonard Skinnard, “The Smell of Death Surrounds You”.
Pronounced L Y N Y R D S K Y N Y R D
Maybe if you two PRICKS would just frakking DIE, it’d be less a problem, bitch
🙂
Not good enough.
We need full exposure and documentation as a warning to those who would follow the Clinton Example.
Please stop insulting female dogs.
May the crows get BOTH of them, with all the bodies on their back trail…. The ve built a metric shit-ton of bad karma in life, the payback will be EPIC….
Them’s buzzards. Looks exactly like the scene I see often here in Fla…and since that’s where Chris is too, that might even be one of his artistic altered photos. Beautiful in its own natural way.
Dead meat? Yes, the scavengers can smell it from a mile away…or is that just the stench of the evil murderous soul-less undead? Either way, they’ll meet their end soon enough…sadly I would bet big that it won’t be due to anything “the system” does…and I only bet on sure things.
I’m going with “the stench of evil” for $50.
“Buzzards gotta eat, same as worms.” ~~ Josey Wales
The only thing I wanted from that miserable POS was a signature on my retirement papers from the military. I only wish it had been somebody else. 1994, got home, checked my gear, and tried to disappear.
Ah feel yore pain. My timing was better: Reagan in 1988 . . .
Started my Navy term of service in 1976 under Jimmy Carter (a pox on him) and ended it under Ronald Reagan in 1982, you could feel a real difference in morale once Reagan took over.
JSS, if you started in ’76 it would have been under Ford at least for a bit right? So start and end under an R with a big Dim in between. Well whoever CIC was you did your job, and I thank you and all y’all vets for it.
Sadly mine was signed by Obummer in 2012.
Zar Belk!
If the crows start cawing really loud, the two of them may find themselves, or rather their souls, someplace they have never believed they’d end up. See The Dunwich Horror (1969), or just read the original story by H.P. Lovecraft.
clear ether
eon
A Lovecraftian (failed sanity check) fate seems to already be Hillary’s fate. (I’ve been reading Amanda Green’s reviews of her book over at Sarah Hoyt’s blog.)
A more permanent Lovecraftian ending certainly seems desirable, though.
(And, Chris, got the Redvolution download. Thanks!)
Crows? Buzzards? Time for the Wild Hunt to ride through.
Chris – Loose the Creative Juice! You have uncovered solid gold here. Time to mine.
Onward Ho!
A Murder of Crows stalks the Murderers!
Zar Belk!
What level of Hell will they reside in once their corpses are rendered to bits?
Only issue I see is the birds poo contaminating whatever it lands on.
We need permanent air cover over those two. Every time one of the birds drops some ordnance we’ve got to get a replacement airborn.
What was destroyed in that timely fire?
a. provocative pics from Huma
b. Lolita Express receipts
c. “golden shower” video of Bill and 2 interns
d. letter of thanks from Putin (radioactive)
e. smoking guns
I’m going with all of the above
Auric Goldfinger probably said it best: “once is happenstance; twice is coincidence; three time is enemy action.”
These two are so far beyond that boundary words just don’t suffice.