Staking out targets

I had to take poor Hot Rod to the hospital for x-rays Wednesday. Turns out that he has inflamed bronchial tubes, but not pneumonia. So, he is pumping up the Barry Bonds way. Except we're admitting that he's on steroids.

But, I digress.

I was driving home and each side of the street leading away from the hospital is filled with doctors' offices and outpatient surgery centers. I found it amusing that outside one office sat two vultures atop a light pole. I wonder if they found a likely candidate for dinner.

Granny better start pushing that walker a little quicker or she's on the menu.