A sleepy village in an indefinite time and place – what spectacular things can possibly happen? A group of mourners eat butter-cream cake at a funeral feast, young lads get blind drunk and stagger through the streets… Unremarkable enough, if it were not for this wondrous bird. A buzzard, omnipresent, hovering above the village, fields and treetops. Nothing escapes its sharp eyes, and the villagers are uncannily aware that something even more mysterious is lurking above the crooked roofs. Wit and satire dance lightly through the pages of Waechter's new picture book, and he tells his story in wonderfully simple yet trenchant pictures and short, pithy sentences.