that by instinct. Iâm proud of âem. Their parents never taught âem that.â
Suddenly the eagle flew off. The condors fed for half an hour, then lumbered along the slickrock flapping their wings and made short flights along the edge of the cliff. âLetâs plant the new carcass,â Lon said.
They placed the new carcass farther to the north, where a pair of junipers served as a natural blind.
âWe can watch awhile,â the biologist said.
After fifteen minutes a raven showed up. The first thing it did was tear out the calfâs eyes. In an hourâs time there were six ravens. âTheyâve already opened it up,â Lon said. âThis is good. Ravens find carcass, condors see ravens, condors find food.â
Rick was tiring of the wait. He didnât have a fraction of the patience the biologist had.
Suddenly Lon was pointing. âLook high,â he whispered.
A condor was soaring high above the rim.
âGotta be M4,â Lon said. He raised his binoculars. âDefinitely is. Come on down, M4, come on down!â
Rick located the bird through the spotting scope. He could see every feather. The condor was holding his position against the wind, broad wings perfectly flat, tail ruddering slightly as it angled its head to look below like a pilot looking out of the cockpit window. âI see what you mean about the magnificent flying machine. Thatâs a spectacular bird.â
âYes, sir, that he is. Come on down, M4. You gotta be hungry. He hasnât eaten since I released him.â
âHeâll die if he doesnât eat soon?â
âItâs not that drastic. A condor can go ten or twelve days.â
âHow do you know for sure he hasnât eaten? There must have been times you werenât watching.â
Lon put his finger to his throat. âThey got a pouch in their esophagus that we call the crop in the bird bizâ¦. Holds food until theyâre ready to digest it, or afterward if theyâre feeding their young. The crop pooches out when itâs full.â
M4 was turning a circle. Rick lost him in the scopeand watched without it. Suddenly there were three more large birds in the air above the rim. âNot eagles, I hope.â
âAll condors. Look, M4âs coming down.â
Within a few minutes they were watching four condors at once feeding on the calf. âThis is a first!â Lon said, beside himself. âAnd no eagles in sight. Eat your fill, guys. Car-ry-on.â
âI got it. Carry-on, carrionâ¦â
âYou pounce on a pun like a coyote on a field mouse.â
Afterward Lon wanted him to drive back down the grade to camp. âGet some more practice.â
This time Rick couldnât help looking down, and he was terrified. âEasy does it,â Lon kept saying. âYouâre concentrating too hard. Enjoy yourself. Everythingâs fine. That gearâs so strong youâll never need to use the brake.â
Out Rickâs window, it was hundreds and hundreds of feet down. His vision swam, he felt sick. âIf you say so.â
âTalk to me.â
âYouâre kidding.â
âIâm serious. Youâll squeeze that steering wheel to death.â
âOkayâ¦. Will the condors ever be able to find dead cows on their ownâ¦without them appearing as if by magic?â
âSure they will! Canyonlands National Park is surrounded by cattle country for hundreds and hundreds of milesâalmost all of it public land with grazing by permit. The ranchers lose two percent of their cattle every year to natural causes. Cattle even graze the meadows on the mountain ranges you see on the horizon. Those mountains will be within easy reach for these condors.â
âI donât think Iâll look at the horizon.â
âKeep your eye on the road, such as it is. In addition to cattle, these condors will find deer, elk, bighorn sheep,
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