Wispy clouds slowly turned to shades of pink and muted red as the sun emerged over the eastern horizon.
Coming alive atop the peaked tin roof of an old barn, three turkey buzzards stretched awake. Not having eaten since the previous afternoon when they devoured armadillo carrion, the birds were ravenous.
The leader soared in a loop from the barn roof with the others following.
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