When I walk the dog in the morning I watch for birds.  Not the ‘binoculars around my neck tromping through the bushes’ watching, but the ‘glancing around and eye-to-the-sky’ kind of watching.  I have seen all kinds of birds in the cemetery.  Some permanent residents, some just passing through.  This summer there has been a large collection of turkey vultures, who perch in a decrepit tree.  They usually launch into the air long before I pass under their perch.  Recently, one was balanced on the top of an obelisk-style headstone eyeballing me as I passed.  I was delighted that it didn’t launch before I could eyeball it back.  There is also a family of crows that caw, squawk, and cackle at each other.  Hearing them regularily made me realize that birds of the same species have individual voices, something I didn’t have the opportunity to notice before.  There have been exciting birds (merlins, orioles, great horned owls, swallows, goldfinch), various and sundry little brown birds, and today I saw a bald eagle fly overhead.  How awesome is that!