I'm off in five minutes to go "buzzarding." Ah, there is no more sublime way to spend an evening! I travel to Wenonah, NJ, site of the East Coast Vulture Festival, to watch the unparalleled majesty of about 200 buzzards who come into the charming hamlet to roost at night.
It is my honor and privilege to be a member of the ECVF's steering committee. Let's just say it makes all other volunteer work die in the dust. (Good for hungry vultures.)
As for the title of this post, it's a standing joke in my household that when a basketball game is won when some player "shoots at the buzzer," we all freak out because it sounds like "shoots at the buzzard."
Quoth Shaman Annie: "He who shooteth the Sacred Golden Purifier will suffer from facial blemishes, yea unto seeking medical help."
Do you suffer, poor soul? Does your heart yearn for meaning? Let the Sacred Golden Purifier inhabit your life! Know buzzards, know peace.
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THE MERLIN OF BERKELEY SPRINGS