Turkey Vultures

I stopped at the store for a couple of things.  As I put my items down for the checkout person, she turned off her OPEN light.  "Oh, I can go to another checker."  I said and reached to gather my items again.  "No, no,  I will check you out." she replies and starts to ring me up.   I was in a pretty good mood - my checkout person not so much.  She was almost done when another employee appeared at her elbow.  My checker explained to her that she had rung up two blackberry cartons instead of one and the bag of oranges had rung up as onions.  I figured my checker must have hit a button to let her supervisor (?) know about the problem.  "We all make mistakes." said the pleasant super and hit a few buttons on the keyboard.  My checker turned to me.  "You are my last customer - ever."  she said in a deadpan voice.  I figured she was retiring.  "Congratulations!"  I brightly replied.  The checker remained glum.  "Maybe?" I added.  "I'm moving to Birchwood and don't want to make the commute." she said by way of explanation.  Not sure where to go from there so  I gathered up my sack of oranges/onions and said "Best of Luck!"  The checker though had turned and was already walking off.  Well ... Birchwood is a nice place.

There are always some denizens of the field that get caught by the scythe blades when hay is cut.   Whip quickly found something dead on our first walk of the hayfield by the house.  It was probably a vole, shrew, or rat cause she only picked it up to ensure it was dead but wouldn't eat it.  The scavengers of the area have learned that when a field is mowed it means food opportunities and they aren't picky eaters.  It still surprised me to watch four turkey vultures circling my field and one by one coming down to roost on the furthest bale out in the field.  I could hear the tractor.  Neighbor Blake was cutting the next hayfield over and they were all watching him.  When he finished it would be AYCE.