Buzzards are probably not considered the most attractive birds out there. In fact, they look downright creepy sometimes. I once hit a buzzard as it flew right into the windshield of my pickup truck as I came by. I remember after my shock and sadness at hitting it, my next thought was, "That is one big, ugly bird." However, over the years, I have noticed buzzards perched in several places, with their wings spread wide, soaking in the early morning sun. I see them most often atop the library wing of the middle school, and on the way to work, there is one buzzard who perches in a particular tree on the side of the highway. They look positively magnificent silhouetted against the sky.
At that moment, they look as beautiful as any eagle.
There's a metaphor there, I think. Spreading one's wings and trying something new is always a beautiful thing. Sometimes it can be challenging or even scary. However, the reward from growing and learning will surely feel as good as the warmth of the morning sunshine.
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