This has felt like an unusually long month for me. Pretty much been on the go since the start, dog shows, our annual medical appointments, family events, more dog shows and every time I managed to find a slot, I was out on the trail. With Ruger’s recent competition over the weekend, the back to back schedule pressure is finally lifted for a couple of weeks. This will give me more time to get ready for the upcoming ultra and finally make some progress on a mega Halloween prop taking shape in my basement (fingers crossed Linda doesn’t go down there and see her basement covered in foam shavings). In tribute to the Vultures circling impatiently overhead while on my long run today, Brad is going to bring us another adventure from their travels east. May I recommend putting on Meatloaf’s Paradise by the Dashboard Light while enjoying this “fresh” post (link here)! (…and still pissed they replaced Patti Russo with an actress for the I’d Do Anything For Love video).
Take it away Brad…
I bet the title conjured up one of two songs from the 1970’s. Jungle Love by The Steve Miller Band, or Muskrat Love by the Captain and Tennille. Both used synthesizers. I just wanted to see if I could get a song going in your heads, like the Gulls, Gulls, Gulls from last year.
Why does nearly everything interesting that happens in a tree, happen in the middle of a bunch of leaves and twigs? I mean, c’mon! Can’t anyone actually hop to the end of an exposed branch and go through the poses to make bird photography easier? It’s just a few photos and a microsecond of your day. No? Well, OK. See if I make your photos flattering or not.
Actually, with today’s birds, I’m not sure there is a way to make the photos flattering.
Jan and I were on a Bird Walk through the Audubon Newhall Preserve on Hilton Head Island. The guide was talking about cedar knees and the red-cockaded woodpecker nest hole we had just passed. There was a very slight breeze blowing through the treetops. But not quite enough of a breeze to make the noise that was happening directly above us. One of the other birders pointed overhead and said there was a large black bird in the tree. At first, I thought it was a crow. Naturally, Jan and I pointed our cameras skyward as the other birders grabbed their binoculars. The guide had lost all of us for a moment.
At first, all I could see was one large black bird through the viewfinder. I was happily snapping away when it “skooched” to its left, my right
Hit the jump to see what I saw.
A second very large bird came into view. How often will you see a Black Vulture (Coragyps atratus) perched in a longleaf pine tree about 15 feet above the ground near a nature trail? Hmmm? How about two of them? Go on . . . I’m waiting . . . Not very often is the answer.
These two must have known each other because they went into the vulture equivalent of what looked like a lip lock.
First base. Looks like this one is trying to stretch it into a double.
No dice. That’s far enough buster
The “kiss” is actually preening. Vultures help close family members, breeding mates, or even other bird species, preen feathers they are unable to get to. This is also called “allopreening”. Since Black Vultures primarily eat carcasses of large animals, they need a little help cleaning those parts they can’t reach themselves. Allopreening is a social event for some birds, and very similar to grooming done by monkeys and apes. Not the most loquacious of birds; Black Vultures are limited to grunts and hisses for audio-social interactions.
After only a few seconds of “pecking” each other on the cheek, the activity stopped. Then they both looked around to see if any of their vulture friends caught them in the act.
Are you sure no one saw us?
Their sense of smell is not nearly as keen as their larger red-headed cousins the Turkey Vulture (or TV). Black Vultures tend to soar at higher altitudes, keeping an eye on the Turkey Vultures circling below. Once the TVs dive to a meal, the Black Vultures aren’t far behind. We know they gorge themselves when food is available (been there, done that at Thanksgiving).
Black Vultures are known to regurgitate food for a couple of different reasons. Often, they will eat so much they become too heavy to fly. To lighten the load, they take a page from the ancient Romans and bring a little back up. Black Vultures will also regurgitate as a defense mechanism if threatened, though I’m not really sure how this helps. Neither activity is really socially acceptable, and yet more reasons to keep those feathers clean.
A pair of vultures will raise one brood of 1-3 chicks per year, usually nesting directly on the ground in a protected location. Incubation is just short of 40 days and nesting can be another 70-100 days. Gads! Will these kids ever leave? Mated pairs of Black Vultures are monogamous, often sticking together year-round for many years.
They can live up to 25 years in the wild. Their population is actually increasing, albeit ever so slightly. Black Vultures can be found across the southeastern US, most of Mexico, and all but the furthest tip of South America. All the more important to find cleaning friends early in life.
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Credits Thanks again to Jan and Allyson for proofreading and editing. Thanks to Jan for some of the photos in this article.
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