The Waiting celery farm the only sound was the

the only sound was the steady rush of wind over feathers and the low call it gave now and then

their laughter mingling with the sound of the waves

always together and fearless

and countless other tribes that had shared these plains

"In the heart of Darby Creek's sprawling wilderness

The Waiting celery farm the only sound was theTHE WAITING The Turkey Vultures perched waiting for what the sea would bring. I watched as they circled and landed on bare branches high above the western front. The wind came first. It carried the smell of salt and the promise of decay. The birds did not stir at first. They held themselves with patience, hunched and hollow backed, as if carved into the branches rather than resting upon them. But they had a purpose. They were not watching the sea for