From The Wallcreeper

One day we got to a dead ewe in time to catch the goose-step­ping of the grif­fon vul­tures arriv­ing to deliv­er its breech birth along with every­thing else except its rumen, bones, and pelt. Before I closed my eyes, it sky­rock­et­ed to first place on the list of the most repel­lent spec­ta­cles I had ever… Con­tin­ue read­ing From The Wall­creep­er