Before the winter storm blew in Wednesday afternoon, the vultures were out in force. They didn’t need the push notifications or the robocalls the rest of us got from the politically anxious state authorities, warning that a freeze was coming. I saw this one mid-morning sitting atop the sign where the road divides at the base of the off-ramp, waiting for the first wreck to come hurtling down the black ice. Vultures know where the roadkill is, and sometimes I wonder if they can tell it’s just a matter of time before our social systems fail badly enough that they’ll be able to get to the ejected occupants of the vehicles faster than the first responders.
Bluebonnets on ice
Bluebonnets on ice
Bluebonnets on ice
Before the winter storm blew in Wednesday afternoon, the vultures were out in force. They didn’t need the push notifications or the robocalls the rest of us got from the politically anxious state authorities, warning that a freeze was coming. I saw this one mid-morning sitting atop the sign where the road divides at the base of the off-ramp, waiting for the first wreck to come hurtling down the black ice. Vultures know where the roadkill is, and sometimes I wonder if they can tell it’s just a matter of time before our social systems fail badly enough that they’ll be able to get to the ejected occupants of the vehicles faster than the first responders.