Buzzards on the Radio Tower

As Grand Daddy Longshanks landed, he was greeted by Buz and Uz, two young buzzards. "You left us slim pickings on that deer this afternoon," Buz grumbled. "I called you down when I was done," GD replied. He flapped his wings once more and then settled them down against his body. "You know the way we do things." He nodded sagely. "You've got to learn to hunt better." "Aw, old man, we'll catch on by the time we're your age," Buz responded. "I bet you weren't so good when you were just a teenager." "Maybe not, but I learned fast," GD said, nodding his red head with its white bumps. "Anyway, now it's time for my radio programs, so you hush up. Or you can move over where those others are." He gestured with a jerk of his head toward the other corners of the tower where some of their kind were perched and more were lazing in. Buz demanded, "What do you want to know about people for? Aren't they the ones who are always trying to scare us off this tower?" GD didn't reply but hopped over to a wire connecting a cable to the antennas. He placed both his feet on the wire. As the connection was completed and his body made the circuit, the voice on the radio came through to him, loud and clear, but only to him.