I almost hit a buzzard on my bike ride today. I was cruising down a slope about 25 mph when I heard the rustling of a startled animal in the bushes ahead of me. Suddenly the shape of a huge bird flew out in front of me, just a few feet … I could have reach out and touched it! I could hear the powerful trusts of its wings as it pushed against the air trying to get further out in front of me. It’s big read head looked back at me as it gave a couple more trusts of its wings and veered off to the left. “Wow!” I thought. Then I started to wonder … who eats the buzzards when they become road kill?