

I guess he was just chillin', taking in the sights, enjoying the warm morning sun and looking for dead stuff.
I was watching him, he was watching me. Nothing much else going on.
Then I started to talk to him. You can do that, in the country, alone, where no one will think you're nuts. He seemed to like the sound of my voice; did a little ruffling.
I thought he was going to fly away but no. He had something to show me.
His lovely young wingspan. Adults span about six feet. This guy was maybe four. Maybe I sounded like a lovely female Turkey Vulture.
He stood like this for a long time. I kept talking, he kept showing off. Maybe I just sounded like his mother. Some offspring do try to please.
After the show, he was gone.





What a great way to start the day.
2 comments:
Fabulous post. Lovely bird!! What fun.
I really do think He has a sense of humour. I think you made the vulture's day. He'll be boasting to all the other vultures about his special conversation.
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