The season is changing.
These guys are cold; you can tell by the way they are huddled and fluffed up. Soon most will migrate, forming vast high black rivers in the sky -- there's a Vulture Festival nearby to observe this phenomena.
Anyway, while we are admiring the vultures a hawk shows up and scatters them. Just out of meaness. Vultures are like reptiles -- they can hardly move until the sun warms them -- and so being hassled by a hawk this early in the morning was miserable. You could sense it.
The vultures would move to another tree and get settled, and then the hawk would do it again.
Four times I watched it happen.
A small Red Shouldered Hawk it was.
Finally the sun began to rise and the hawk wandered off. The vultures will sit for an hour, wings outspread, soaking up warmth.
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