[Lurker]

One of my younger brothers used to get very upset if the family didn't make an annual pilgrimage to Hinckley for the return of the buzzards.

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[hinckley buzzard]

heh-heh. Well, we still celebrate their poetic return every March. C'mon down, get some mud on your shoes, have some pancakes at the elementary school. That's what we call a good time out here in the sticks.