We have a flock of Turkey Vultures that live in the trees by our house during the spring and summer. Every evening they will land in the tree tops and rustle around getting comfy. It’s something Lee and I look forward to every year.
About two years ago we noticed them out in the field near the chicken house. The chickens were concerned. We couldn’t figure out what they were doing until I realized they were eating some nasty eggs I had thrown over the fence.
We rarely see them up close with anything other then a zoom lens. That briefly changed last week. We had lost a gosling to the portable electric fencing and didn’t have time to bury it as we were leaving for the evening. Lee laid the poor thing in the back yard so he could bury it in the morning. The next morning, he got a huge surprise when he opened the door to let the cat in.
The Turkey Vultures had apparently discovered that their breakfast was waiting right below. They worked on the carcass all morning. When they left for the day we walked over to see what was left and were shocked. There was an explosion of feathers and a pair of legs. We actually argued about what happened to all the other bones until the next day, when I walked out the door and startled a lone Turkey Vulture who then flew off with a half-eaten leg. That kind of creeped me out, as I could imagine walking under the trees one day and having a bone fall on my head.