Roadkill

I was out walking this morning and spotted a buzzard in the middle of the street about a block ahead, pecking at a dark red mess that had been an armadillo at one time. There was a car coming toward me and another one about to pass me from behind, and I decided there was a good chance one or the other would get the buzzard as he tried to lift off. Instead, he took a few steps to his right as the first car passed, then a few steps to the left as the second one went by. I thought, "Times really are hard, even for scavengers. That fucker would rather risk getting run over than fly away from a free meal."