It is of my deepest apologies to the fans of my buzzard experience that I left it without a conclusion. I have been away from the deviantart scene for quite some time and am now just stepping back into it. Anyway, it goes something like this...

On the fifth day of my buzzard experience, after previously taking pictures of the dying creature and posting them here on deviantart, I ventured forth into the property upon my return from the university. Searching about in all the usual spots, Buzzy was nowhere to be found. I was utterly distraught! Even his "friends" were nowhere in sight. Concluding that he probably wandered off to die, I went back inside to mourn. Later on that day, my father was outside and claimed he had spotted something. He came and told me to go investigate. I stepped outside, and to my much expected horror, there he sat. Buzzy the Buzzard lay down there still....unmoving. I considered a funeral pyre, like those held for pagan heroes of ages past, but quickly thought that was too silly. So I recovered my all-to-familiar shovel and went to dispose of the creature. I wanted to bury it, but being the ridiculously lazy person that I am, I just picked up and tossed him into the woods forgetting about it all together until this day, almost three years later. Farewell black bird, farewell.