as you may recognize from previous posts. Quite possibly the prettiest bird I have seen. And the heaviest I have held, I think. Three pounds, which is a lot when you have to hold it away from your body. Jeez, look at that sweat. I don’t “glisten” like other women do.
I sweat like a man.
I was a bit nervous about holding her, since I had heard stories of her being ornery but she was fairly easy to hold. (But still a heavy bird)
(FYI: In case you’re wondering, my T shirt says “I have a black belt in Crazy”) Amen.
I have to say it…Earl’s my favorite. She (yes, Earl is a GIRL) is a Turkey Vulture, about 20+ years old, and she lives at RAPTOR because she has imprinted on humans. I have never been this close to a vulture before, and they really are neat birds. And she barfed on me. That’s not why she’s my favorite ( I mean really, what would that say about me?) but what makes her stand above the rest is that she is inquisitive, impressive – look at that wing span!- not as ready-to-kick-your-butt as the other birds, and just cool.
But there’s not much worse than vulture vomit. Their diet of very ripe dead animals is bad enough, but when it’s been partially digested and regurgitated, it’s unholy foulness.
Show me love, Earl!