the shy vulture

I had no idea there were any vultures in Indiana. Who knew? Or maybe I should ask "Hoosier?" ("who's ear?", our nickname derived from a question inquiring about leftovers when a venue of vultures once encircled road kill on an old Indiana pasture lane back in 1876).

Upon further research, turkey vultures do inhabit a meaty chunk of the middle States during the summer months.

But there it was, yesterday, as I drove along a two lane road. I slowed and watched as it hopped in hesitantly to inspect a careless raccoon that apparently had crossed the street without looking both ways twice. I honked the horn to scare it away. Later, I thought, wait, that's its business to eat roadkill. Why did I try to scare it away?