Posted on August 19, 2007 in Creatures Encounters
It was large, black, and walking in the road. The size, the bare head, and the wings pushed back like the long hair on an American colonist made me suspect a turkey at first. As we got closer, I spied the ragged bright red head that intimated that this was a [[turkey vulture]] picking at road kill. The bird didn’t fly when we passed it in our car, but walked to the side, like a street baseball player getting out of the way until we could get clear and it could play ball again.
[tags]vultures, vulture, turkey vulture, nature, birds, birdwatching, suburban encounters[/tags]