I bought this beef suet at the local Amish market. I put a big hunk out on Thursday night and I awoke Friday to a scene reminiscent of Hitchcock's The Birds. Vultures. Huge, swooping, quiet, clumsy. The one that landed on the suet feeder had a hard time balancing his huge body on that relatively little platform. I couldn't get a shot of him. The hawk was there too. He visited at least three times yesterday: 10 am, 2 pm, 5 pm.
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