Signs--Good, Bad, Bald?

When life gets trying--and boy has it been trying the past few years--I find myself looking for signs that things are going to get better.  You would think I would have learned my lesson a year ago. The morning started out like any other morning.  I got up and grabbed the dogs' leashes for our morning work.   The sun was just beginning to rise in a grayish sky.  I remember hoping it wouldn't rain as I struggled to put the coats on the two squirming dogs. It was chilly and I knew they'd be shivering without them.
Grin, Tallie and I stepped out the door and immediately I got more than a shiver up my spine.  I could feel eyes watching me.  Creepy eyes.  I glanced up from the dogs and saw 12 turkey vultures perched on the roof of the house directly across from mine.  In the sky another dozen were flying lazy circles over the houses.  As if this weren't disconcerting enough, when I turned around (yes, I considered fleeing back into the house), I saw 5 more turkey vultures sitting on my roof looking down at me!
For those of you who have never seen a turkey vulture, let me give you a brief description.  They are huge, ugly birds with a wingspan of about 5' with grayish feathers on the bottom and a red, almost bald head. 
They are scavengers.  I saw no dead animals and the dogs certainly didn't act like they smelled anything dead.  This did NOT seem like a good sign.  What were they trying to tell me, "We've got our eyes on you?" "You're dead meat?"
I looked to the basenjis.  They were ignoring the vultures completely and were pulling against their leashes wanting to start their walk.  In that moment it came to me that I could go back inside and curl up in bed or I could follow my dogs' example and get on with living the day.   What the heck, we were already outside --all with our coats on--so I just laughed at the birds and carried on.  I like to think the dogs were proud.