There's a strange thing about me. 
When I 
really want to find something, I usually do. 
Ever since my early teens, when I state my desired result 
with a clear mind and heart I manage to find it within 
an hour or two. And I never get lost no matter how far 
from home I may be.
These days I apply this gift to photography, by just 
getting in my car and driving, taking unexpected turns 
whenever I get 'the feeling'. 
It doesn't work 100% of the time, but I get lucky this 
way often enough to keep on doing it. 
Yesterday it paid off again. After fifteen minutes of 
listening to the voice in my head I came around a bend 
in the road and was presented with this. 

There were around thirty of these 
Black Vultures in a couple 
of trees, so I grabbed my camera and bagged some shots. 
I don't recall ever seeing any of this species before, so they 
may have been migrating together but that's just a guess. 
The Turkey Vulture is the common carrion-eater around here.
 As a bonus, while shooting these photos an 8-point buck stepped 
out into the road maybe 20 feet from me, but I see deer too 
often to bother taking another random picture. I've spotted a dozen 
on five occasions this weekend alone. It's the rutting season 
so they're brave and stupid. 
Just like frat boys.