I know you are speaking metaphorically but my wife has this weird, almost pathological, hatred of turkey buzzards, which are very common where we live.
Mark for later
In the past 6 years here in South Texas, I have been hit with two wind storms.
On both occasions the very next daylight, the buzzards were sitting on utility poles next to me.
On another day I had to put down a sick goat. There was some blood on the ground after I took the goat for disposal.
Twenty minutes later the buzzards were on the spot.
This is how buzzards roll.
In the interest of synchronicity, I’ll post that Jack Hemingway recounted a time when his dad, Ernest, had a dead goat staked out on the roof of his Cuban farmhouse for the purpose of attracting turkey vultures, which they took turns shooting, while getting drunk as owls. Julia Child was the Matron of Honor at Jack’s wedding. They were both in the OSS, at the time.