Life Lessons in an Unlikely Place


Life seems to be a constant journey of twists and turns, not that I would have it any other way.  Currently I am going through a challenging season of change in my personal life.  I firmly believe that each and every moment, each and every interaction has a distinct purpose in your life.

Driving home through the usual back country roads the other day, I made a turn and passed the same old abandoned factory I pass every day.  On this particular afternoon though, the abandoned factory had a multitude of visitors.

Big, ugly, smiling buzzards.  There were nearly a hundred buzzards gathered around.  I had never seen so many in one place.  I turned the truck around and pulled into the factory.  The buzzards made some room for my truck and continued their morbid dinner party of a deceased deer carcass.


I was struck by several things.  It never ceases to amaze me that everything in this world serves a specific destiny and purpose.  No matter how small or how big, everyone and everything is here for a reason.  Although the buzzards are an awkward, unattractive element of the animal kingdom, they serve a function that is irreplaceable.

The buzzards weren’t spending their day wishing that they were more majestic or their feathers were more colorful, they were fulfilling their purpose and having a grand old time doing so.  The buzzards accepted their function in the world, and were making the most of their situation.

As I sat in the abandoned factory for a few minutes, I soaked up the unique scene.  I actually found an element of beauty in the looming darkness of these death birds. The buzzards taught me another important lesson, there is beauty in all things, no matter how dark they may seem.


As I left the buzzards to their feast, I drove away with an attitude of thankfulness for the continued lessons the natural world provides.

Until next time…


14 thoughts on “Life Lessons in an Unlikely Place

  1. What a beautiful lesson to be given in an unlikely place on a beautiful day. Life is a journey that God sends us on where each turn and twist are to teach us something else, to show us something else, to reveal things we wouldn’t have seen without the challenges we face. Thankfulness for each step is such a blessing, sounds like you have found it.

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  3. Hello, I am just now catching up on your wonderful blog. I have also learned a life lesson watching while buzzards worked on a deer carcas on our farm. I had never experienced the stages of an animal’s death and the completed circle of clean up by buzzards right before my eyes. Needless to say, I was wide eyed when nearly 50 buzzards circled and took turns cleaning the carcas. They stationed themselves on our polebarn and barn and when it was their “turn” they soared into the air and circled down to the area, ate for awhile and flew up again letting others have their turn. Who knew?
    Thank you for sharing your life with us, your photography and writing talent set you apart enough for me to follow your blog. I have never followed any blog before. Your article on baby crib to chicken tractor drew me in.
    Chickarosa Farm

    • Welcome to the homestead! Thank you so much for the wonderful comments and insight. I love that the buzzards connected with you also. I hope you have a wonderful weekend. I am glad you are on this journey with us!

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