Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Wild Wednesday, Nesting Vultures

Last week we experienced something extrodinary. Our good friend Elliot has a massive old barn. It is beautiful and weatherd and sits tall and comfortable like it grew there at the dawn of time. The sun shines through the cracks in the boards and golden dust of ancient hay and straw float through the air in an endless cloud of musty sparkles.

In the barn, high in the rafters, Elliot found a Turkey Vulture's nest. We were lucky enough to climb up the rickety staircase while the mother was away to take some photos of the eggs. The eggs are about 1 1/2 times the size of a chicken egg. When we came out the mother was in a nearby tree hissing at us. Elliot researched that vultures, when threatened, will regurgitate on the "thing" that is annoying them, so we got out of there in a hurry, and left the mother to tend to her babies.

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