Ten vultures target us. They cross the valley as fast as a whisper. They are huge,
I have never seen so big birds. Five long feathers look like open hands at the end of their wings.

They turn upon us, about only ten meters high. I can see their beak, their eyes, their claws.
They seem so powerful. They are obviously wondering if we are a potential breakfast.

Philippa protects her little dog, I stand up and scream to show them that we are alive.
Slowly, smoothly, they go higher and leave, still turning in circles.