This little guy? Um...well....
His mommy probably thinks so.
He's a baby turkey vulture!
And when I mentioned that I was taking pictures in the milkhouse earlier today, it was of him. I was trying to get a photo or two before he left us. You never know when you're going to be this close to a vulture again. ;-)
Our nephew has been hired to tear down and dispose of a trailer, deep in the overgrown back 40 of a neighboring property. While doing so yesterday, he disturbed two baby turkey vultures who were living in the long-abandoned mobile home. Before he knew it, one managed to scurry away underneath what was left of the building and he couldn't reach it. But the other one appeared to be injured and unable to get away.
So what did he do? He brought the injured one here.
Now I am usually not very hopeful when it comes to raising an injured wild bird. It just rarely works out. But luckily for us, our scientist friend, Ellen, was here and she called the university where she works and somebody...somewhere agreed to take the bird.
So he needed to make it through the night, which he did. The girls fed him some bits of leftover steak, for lack of a better idea, and between hissing and snarling at us, he gobbled it up.
So here he is this morning, in his pool shock box/car seat, getting loaded into the car to make the trip to MSU, where hopefully he will be taken care of and returned back to the wild eventually.
Bye little guy! Good Luck!