Photo of the Week: Bultures
We have been spending every minute at the house outdoors lately — painting, fixing things, doing lawn work, removing brush, etc., etc. One of our favorite things about working on the exterior/property is that we get to watch the wildlife go by. This past weekend, we saw a lovely group of turkey vultures lackadaisically circling in from the west and heading north, directly over our backyard:
A few years ago I volunteered at the Raptor Center, and during my time there, both Paul and I became fascinated with the hawks, owls, falcons and eagles that inhabit our fine state. You can identify turkey vultures in flight by the slight “V” shape their wingspan creates, their dark body color, and the lighter brown/grey color at the tips of the wings. There were nine flying around when I took this photo–easily the largest group I’ve ever seen. Must have been some nice yummy carrion nearby!
The title, by the way, refers to a story my mom has told me multiple times. When I was very young, my family and I were out for a drive and I saw a flock of Canadian geese (there are a lot of geese in Rochester, for some reason). I got very excited, started pointing at the birds and yelled, “look, bultures!” It took my confused mother a minute to figure out what I was talking about; “Oh, vultures!” Apparently, I somehow had come to associate any group of birds in flight with the iconic group of circling vultures. I blame you, childhood cartoons.