Damn Buzzards

So it's 94 degrees outside. I decided to break out the blow-up kiddie pool. I'm laying next to the "pool" on my "chaise lounge". And when I say chaise lounge, I mean the blue plastic chair that folds up in thirds, and if you don't watch it, it will fold you up inside of it. I look up to see something that looked like this:


Only they were closer to the ground and circling directly above me. I bet those sumabitches thought I was a beached whale! Damn buzzards. I'm still cussing you.