... that when I took this picture I was sure it was a perfect fit for that poem. You know, that part about hearing the clatter on the roof, springing to the window to see what was the matter, and "what to my wondering eyes should appear, ...", nope, not a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer but 20 turkey vultures. Yes, I did re-read the poem and the clatter was on the lawn, not on the roof, and, actually, the turkey vultures usually swoop in and stand there fairly silently. Still, I'm claiming it's all close enough to smush together.
|Except for numbers and size, they aren't that impressive as just black blobs on a roof across the street, so ...|
|... here are two more photos of a couple of them sunning themselves on my deck the next day.|