A quick text from my vulture-mentor, Scott Pendleton, suggested the adult vultures probably failed at their first nest, and this bird was likely the product of their second attempt for 2013.
|Juvenile Turkey Vulture, feathered but yet flightless.|
The bird first made its presence known by its wild failing. It was his version of the Fosbury-flop. Nothing pretty about it.
The youngster had launched from the ground and while unable to become airborne, it had gained enough altitude to grab onto a low hanging branch of a hemlock. From there it clawed its way -still wildly failing- to a resting spot about 15 feet off the ground.
I took a couple photos and moved back, to let the little guy regain his composure.
|A section of dimly lit forest floor, within Mohican.|
Once spooked out of its daydreaming, it obviously wanted to fly but was not quite in control of its lifting abilities.
This side view of the youngster shows the white neck-ruff and under-shot of more white juvenile fluff.
|A face only a mother could love, juvenile Turkey Vulture.|
Mom was probably out gathering some food for the youngster, and will be surprised to find him up here when she returns! She shouldn't be too surprised. After all, he is getting to be a "big boy" now. Most of his fluff has been replaced with flight feathers, and he will soon be joining the flock of his friends and family on a roadside near you.
It is a testament to Turkey Vultures that a bird species so common is rarely seen at this stage of growth. The adults pick nesting sites in the most remote woods and rock crevices, far away from the public eye.
Those vulture parents just didn't count on cross-county hikers with an unusual interest in ugly babies.