A friend of mine used to go vulture hunting. He would shoot one with a 30-30 and the others would fly away. Then they would come back and start eating the dead vulture.
F your buddy big time.
“A friend of mine used to go vulture hunting. He would shoot one with a 30-30 and the others would fly away.”
I don’t think that’s funny. IIRC, vultures mate for life, and when one dies its loyal mate finds a way to commit suicide. In a way, they’re more decent than some people.
They serve a purpose in this world.