Mama VultureMama Vulture

Vulture EggsVulture Eggs

Eggs in there nest.Eggs in there nest.

Can’t see her from this side.

My shoe!

The underside of the fallen Tree

Looking down the trunk of the fallen tree.

Happy Birthday Day Happy Birthday Day OneOne

Day TwoDay Two

Day ThreeDay Three

Day FourDay Four

Day FiveDay Five

Already aggressiveAlready aggressive

Day SixDay Six

Day Seven

Definitely Trying to Scare Me

Day Eight(Not quite the same is it.)

Day Nine

Day Ten(Time to wake up guys)

Day Eleven

Day Twelve(There beginning to fill out their home now)

Day Thirteen

Day Fourteen (Notice how long the wing span is.)

Day Fifteen(A nose only a mother could love.)

Mom still doesn’t like me there!

Day Sixteen(Both are hissing to drive me away!)

Day Seventeen (There so Big!)

Day Eighteen

Day Nineteen

(One chick is strong while the other is weak.)

Day Twenty (Look at that wing span)

Day Twenty-one (the strong one)

Day Twenty-one (Developing wings)

Day Twenty-one (the weak one)

On day twenty-two I was called away on a family matter and was away for one week.

Upon my return the nest was empty with no signs of violence or for that matter no disturbance on

the ground at all.

If it weren’t for these pictures I would be tempted to think the whole thing was nothing but a dream.

I’ve been asked what it was that I think happened and my only answer is I don’t know.