I was coming out of a sandwich shop a few months ago on a wet winter weekday. It had been raining all morning, but the weather was starting to clear.
As I was crossing the parking lot toward my car a man approached me, turned with an outstretched arm pointing at a nearby cell tower, and said: "Look. EAGLES!"
On the cell tower, half a dozen Turkey Vultures were perched with their wings spread open to dry out in the growing breeze.
I nodded to the man and smiled. A curious expression crossed his face. It was clear that he was wondering why they were holding their wings out. Then, with the excitement of a kid on Christmas morning, he exclaimed: "I think they're trying to call Jesus!"
Best. Lunch break. Ever.
RE: Turkey Vultures & Transformation of Thought