Up on the roof again today, it is starting to get tiring sometimes. This afternoon I was listening to the buzzards and the kites in the trees a short distance away. For me, the cry of the buzzard always conjures up images of stand-offs in spaghetti westerns, or someone lost in the desert. Funny, today it sounded like the calls were competing. It seems like quite a plaintive sound at first, but I don't find it so. Almost comforting in strange ways.