Bald Is Beautiful by Susan L.

The turkey vultures have returned. There has been a pair which nest across the road at least as long as I've lived here. I don't know much about them, how long they live, whether or not they mate for life, what noises they make. They aren't the prettiest birds on the planet but when they fly, it's a sight to see. They surf the wind, swooping and spiralling among the thermals. Massive, barely moving wings sensitive to the unseen currents. Their tails make minute changes to make the best use of air flow. It's a subtle ballet of motion and awesome to watch. Cartoons often portray them as the bad guys. Rather unfairly I think but I suppose their dining habits turn us off. Too bad. I mean similarly feathered wild turkeys are central to a major North American holiday. It must be the chest puffing,tail fanning thing they do to woo the ladies. The epitamy of pride but nevertheless something wonderful to see. Redeeming qualities. I think the Lord in His generous way gave us all some didn't He? "So God created great sea creatures and every living thing that moves...and every winged bird according to its kind. And God saw that it was good." Gen 1:21