I was visited by a vulture and all I got…

Last night I arrived home to find a medium-sized vulture hanging out on the railing of my back deck. At first I thought I was seeing things; it blended perfectly into the night. Dagney, however, knew better. She immediately smelled the creature, trotting over and nudging it with her nose while I whisper-screamed “Dagney. DAGNEY! NO! COME HERE!! DAGNEY!!!!” She, of course, was not going anywhere until she learned who/what this mysterious guest was, and perhaps more importantly, if it tasted good.

Before she was able to get her first nibble, the bird spread its wings to a full 5+ft wing span and glided the 20-30 feet to the garage roof where it roosted for the rest of the evening. We were all able to get past the unexpected visitation except Dagney who was plagued by the knowledge that the thing was still in her backyard. What began at that moment was a marathon of whining and barking that lasted until 7am. It included her jumping on and off the bed about 50 times throughout the night and Justin swearing to kill her if the opportunity presented itself. Very little sleep was had by anyone last night…

This morning, I looked out the window to get a day-time glance of our visitor, but alas, it had flown away. All it left was a big pile of white shit running down the roof of the garage.

….guests….

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