This beauty was spotted on County Road 628, about half of the way between County Road 459 and M-33. He sprung out of the ditch, onto a low-hanging branch, and gave us the once-over.
Me: “Ah, my lovely…so sorry to have interrupted your repast.”
Buzz: “My repast? You mean that carcass I was ripping apart?”
Me: “Yes, that dead thing you were up to your eyeballs in.”
Buzz. “You can’t have it. If you even try, me and my kettle-buds will have your eyeballs as dessert.”