I went to Macy last month and what did I see? Four plain buzzards, sitting in a dead tree.
Alas, these birds were not chartreuse, but they spoke of a chronicle, long in disuse.
It seems their history was recorded 30 years ago, taped at a gathering at Rockwood (wouldn’t you know).
It was not kept at Macy nor with any national staff. Instead, it was stashed in Maryland, secretly stashed on the buzzards’ behalf.
When an archival box was knocked off a shelf, out tumbled an old DVD, not some stupid elf.
The disc had no label, the images were unstable, but the program was still better than most public-access cable.
With the story discovered, the legend of the chartreuse buzzards has now been recovered.
Let us rejoice!!
©2022 Ann Robertson, writer, editor, and Girl Scout historian