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This is Columbia???

 


The dramatic photographs just won’t stop coming. 

Vultures flock to a Columbia neighborhood where woman won’t stop feeding them raw meat, Lillian Reed, Baltimore Banner 

Image from Baltimore Banner includes this caption: In a photo provided by a resident, black vultures are seen standing on a deck in the Glenmont neighborhood.

As per usual, my attention has been drawn somewhere else. I don’t care about the raw meat. Why has this woman thrown her teddy bear to the vultures???



Who would do that? 




I guess you can be tenderhearted enough to want to care for birds that revolt and scare everybody else and somehow not tenderhearted enough to care about…teddy bears.

I have feelings about this. 



Anyway the story is not about teddy bears and if you want to follow the entire saga, it’s here. You will never feel the same way about raw chicken again. 

I find it wild that this could have been going on so long in a community where we have so many restrictions on what can happen on the outside of our houses. 

People will complain if your grass is too long or your paint color is wrong or if you hang laundry out to dry and it’s visible from the road. All those people don’t know how good they have it. None of them have had to contend with the vulture brigade. 

In other news, look for me to get arrested for trespassing to rescue abused and neglected stuffed bears. Details at eleven.


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