This handsome pair had a spot of possum for breakfast in the neighbor's yard. They were utterly bewildered by my interest in them, but didn't take to the roof until an ice cream truck passed by. I don't blame them. Ice cream trucks in the Fall? I don't even.
Maybe it's macabre, I don't know, but I really like buzzards. And since it's October (the incomparable month of my birth and favorite holiday, har har), having some buzzards in the neighborhood just feels appropriate.