Kyle, Are you this Lawyer's PET BUZZARD!

Kyle, Is this your baby picture!

Grandpa Buzzard's

Prehistoric Ancestor!

Kyle don't you know which way to trun!

Going my way Kyle?

Now, Now Kyle calm down

Remember, your a Grandpa Buzzard, and you shouldn't get to excitied!

Kyle, Who are you jumping at!

Kyle, Who are you trying to Scare!

Kyle, How old are you in this picture?

6, months, or 12 months!

Better watch where your going Kyle!

Come on Kyle,

I know you love coffee, but this is just a lttle ridculious

Kyle, Your so beautiful!

Buzzard, Buzzard in a Tree

Buzzard, Buzzard in a tree, why are you always looking at me, with your mouth a glazed and your eyes a blazed, could it be you think of me as your cup of tea, you naughty, naughty bird in tree. Please stop looking at me. Oh!, pretty black bird sitting high in your tree, give me your word that there is really no need for alarm for I have been fascinated by your charm. Flying from tree to tree, you hoptonize and it seems that there's no end to your flight up high in the wind. Now, just why are you landing on my arm, my you have my word you really are an ugly bird.

All day long you sit high in your tree along with your buzzard buddies, some are tall, and some are short, but all in all you have the same port, Mothers, Fathers, and the young ones too, in fact they all seem to look just like you, for you are a Grandpa Buzzard true and true. New ones are born and olds die, for your kind was meant to rule the sky, I don't know why, maybe it's a lie.

Buzzard, Buzzard in a tree, a wise old owl you can never be, cause I thought you could see, you a bird of a different breed. Oh!, why does you kind have to have so much stupitiy, can't you feel the senitivity of your mortality, or are you staying for eternity. Your a bird of very unusal properites, the only Buzzard I can see with a head as flat as can be. That comes from falling out of your tree so frinkfully.

Buzzard, Buzzard in a tree, the days come, the days go, but you stay steadfast as the years go. Always the same, never changing, but you do plenty of rearranging, or are you here for the duration of the levition of the salvation. Flying high, flying low, Oh! how you must go, to where, I don't know, Are you some kind of novelity from a family of royality, now where is your mobility for your stablity. Oh! pretty Black bird with shiny feathers, does it really matter, if you would rather be with others, who are your brothers and are also buzzards, buzzards in a tree.

Pointing the way to Kyle's home!

Kyle and Eric, getting ready for Dinner!

Are you lost again, Kyle!

Whose your dancing partner Kyle!

Bet I know, the name begins with E!