That's what I would call this tree (and a few others in the immediate vicinity) if I could name it.
We see hundreds of these very large vultures roosting (resting, hunting, gathering?) very often on our way to walk or run in White Clay Creek - Indian Town.
It's always a creepy sight to behold that many very.large.birds.
I kept a pretty close eye on Oliver whilst I was stomping closer to get a decent picture. I know they don't typically eat living creatures, but wasn't sure if they are not also opportunistic.
And he's a little guy. And probably tasty.
Totally scrumptious, this bread. John is home from college right now and in-between hours of aimless gaming, he must be thinking of good food. He trolled my cookbook case and pulled a very old Italian bread cookbook out and VOILA....filled our house with the wonderful aroma of rosemary. His first loaf.
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