Not only were the vultures in the trees, they were sitting on the ground on the opposite side of the road, except this one who was perched on a dead tree. My mom supposed that there was a dead animal or something in the weeds. "You mean something like a dead body?" I asked (key dramatic music and a some thunder and lightning). It wouldn't be the first dead body in Mathews. But seriously, you can typically nose those things out in August in record heat. And I wasn't nosing nothin'.
So, apparently, just outside of town heading to Haven Beach, there is a vulture hang out. They were there each day we drove down the road. they never startled, never flew away. Just watched us drive by.
Makes you hope they don't possess a sixth sense.