One time I was getting a tour of a raptor facility my friend volunteered at.
They were cleaning cages and it was snowy as hell that day so they just let the turkey vulture roam around because it's a turkey vulture, and a super sweet one at that. He ended up in one of the wildlife scene dioramas when a lady and her kid showed up. I just sort of hid in the back until I heard "Oh.... Oh honey I think that one's -real-." It was such a giggle.
More shit from walking ‘round the hood.
Noticed this big as fuck nest…
Because this asshole wouldn’t stop circling over my head and screaming birdy-profanity at me.
I still want to understand how they decide what roadkill they eat or don't
I'll see one dead racoon that they're on like flies on shit, another one that they wouldn't touch if you paid them.
Has to be the smell I think? People discriminate between different kinds and levels of spoiling too. I mean even stinky aged cheese doesn't typically make us gag as opposed to truly rotten things, and fermented food and beverages are commonly eaten.
I uhhhh, think you might be right, I think I mistook the dragonfruit's distinctive spotted pattern of the fruit's flesh as the patterns on a bird's feathers, mistook tailfeathers as the desiccated dangly bits off the lower left side and mistook a head and beak on the upper right.
