The condor really is a special kind of bird. I mean, who hasn’t heard the panpipes mimicking its flight?
Soaring the thermals, eyeing its prey, taking its time, enjoying the freedom of its wingspan, the bird is magnificent.
The condor drops like a stone, its wings softening its landing, wings that terrorize its prey with their beating.
I can’t help but admire the strength of the bird’s jaw and the neck.
Most of all, I am impressed by its beak. It’s a killing machine with the sharpest of barbs.
Ripping into flesh, tugging, holding the carcass down with its talons.
How those talons grip!
A condor is a killer. A predatory, mauling, menacing killer.
You can learn a lot from a condor.
The great teacher of the bird kingdom.
A master of its craft.
In all, I’m impressed.
