Legend has it that, as the 21st century dawned, the Buzzards Bay Buzzard was on it’s way to certain extinction. Outside influences conspired to rid the world of this most noble (if a little bald) member of the majestic Brewteo brewteo family. Much of the Buzzard’s home had fallen to invading species from Europe, Australia, California, Maine, Vermont and even Plymouth. All of the dark colonial powers bent to exterminate the ol’ bird and soon they attracted others to their efforts. An Association of Buzzard Capture and Crush rose from the shadows. Hope betrayed the buzzard. All seemed lost.
What to do in such wretched circumstances?
The Buzzard is nothing if not bold and with the confidence that rises only from the ashes of redemption, we decided to feed the Buzzard only American grown food. Next we tried local flattened fishies. We experimented with whale blubber. Soon the USMC pitched in. Was the mystery was solved? Could the buzzard fly again?
With over a decade of efforts and endless hours of nurture, the Buzzard is ready to be re-released to its native habitat. Its dusky red feathers and brash white head are now crowned in glorious dry-hopped wonder. As 2012 draws to an end, we are so very pleased to give flight to our local Buzzard once again.
And this time the Buzzard brought along some friends.