I am riding in the pickup with Farmer John. We have counted cattle at a pasture that is nearly ten miles away, and are driving back home. The morning has been relatively cool, but afternoon temperatures are predicted to reach 102 degrees.
As we approach, two turkey vultures swoop away from the unidentifiable remains of some small animal that did not make it across the highway successfully.
Farmer John: Oh look. This morning they are having cold cuts but if they come back at noon they can have a hot lunch!