Being a buzzard must be kind of cool. As a bird with a great wing span one takes to the sky and soars Glides embracing the Sun and wind using its Keen eyesight to see fresh kills. Then an aerial dance begins and Brethren join.  Some touchdown to feed some stay aloft for aerial support and others Branch off to search for new targets. In today's world where their kills come from Cars the food is now processed and made ready to eat. Now that's living.