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Just a note that in Europe they call hawks buzzards. Here in the U.S. we call vultures buzzards.
BobLoblaw, do those vultures have a nest in your barn? There is a barn near us where the vultures nest so I wonder if that is the case in your barn.
I thought that bird didn't look like a Turkey Vulture!!! Saw the barred wings and thought they're a bit different colored over there.
As an aside, I had my six week old pullets out today and was siiting in a lawn chair guarding them and reading. I heard the sound of giant wings flapping and turned to see two buzzards akwardly hopping limb to limb and tree to tree. *My property is open but surrounded by HUGE Fir trees and assorted other foilage* Anyway, the girls' heads shot up and within seconds I was covered with young pullets. They all seemed to be trying to get as close to my torso as possible. They kept peeking up over my shoulders and when they'd see Buzzard movement their heads would get buried in my shirt or armpits - you name it. I was so flattered at their faith in me. They are really wary of open ground. I know they've never been attacked here, because I'm always with them. They came from New York and I can't help but wonder if they've already got some raptor experience under their little chicken belts. Seems unlikely, but they're so wary of the open sky and large birds.
Just a note that in Europe they call hawks buzzards. Here in the U.S. we call vultures buzzards.
BobLoblaw, do those vultures have a nest in your barn? There is a barn near us where the vultures nest so I wonder if that is the case in your barn.
I thought that bird didn't look like a Turkey Vulture!!! Saw the barred wings and thought they're a bit different colored over there.
As an aside, I had my six week old pullets out today and was siiting in a lawn chair guarding them and reading. I heard the sound of giant wings flapping and turned to see two buzzards akwardly hopping limb to limb and tree to tree. *My property is open but surrounded by HUGE Fir trees and assorted other foilage* Anyway, the girls' heads shot up and within seconds I was covered with young pullets. They all seemed to be trying to get as close to my torso as possible. They kept peeking up over my shoulders and when they'd see Buzzard movement their heads would get buried in my shirt or armpits - you name it. I was so flattered at their faith in me. They are really wary of open ground. I know they've never been attacked here, because I'm always with them. They came from New York and I can't help but wonder if they've already got some raptor experience under their little chicken belts. Seems unlikely, but they're so wary of the open sky and large birds.
