In Mineral Wells, Texas, great truckloads of rock are torn from the earth, often dynamited, at rock quarries. Every day, these buzzards patiently wait to gorge themselves. Their menu consists of the myriad of small creatures who are unearthed, blown, knocked and dug from their habitats. The creatures who survive the plunder scatter as the bulldozers and back hoes work. Many land gracefully at the buzzards' feet, stunned and confused, many already lifeless, land amid heaps of rubble. Feeding is instant and rich for the buzzards, and they live long and well, for they are wizened now. As long as they continue to avoid the trucks, the equipment, the conveyer belts, and the men who bring their feast, they survive. Those other creatures, not so adept, fall victim as the workers rip the rock and blast the boulders, to hastily drive them away. Time is money, and developers need the rocks fast.