She succeeded in carrying the red and white garment about halfway up the tree before it became snagged on a piece of bark. Whenever the fabric caught on the tree, the squirrel would crawl down into the suit, causing it to move and bulge from within as if someone were trying to put it on. This motion continued until the squirrel pulled the garment away from the bark. The core of our black vulture family at the sanctuary is a handsome group of seven who are permanent residents. They had been shot and left for dead by people who do not see the beauty in these magnificent creatures. . . .
Vultures are quite gregarious.
You often see them playing pick-up sticks, playfully grasping twigs in their beaks and chasing each other until everyone has finally had a chance to enter into the fun. Black vultures are also very accepting, as a young friendless and discouraged emu was about to learn. . . . The emu drew closer. This group of birds was not swimming away, running away, flying away or screaming in terror at his approach like the other birds had done. Suddenly, the emu was standing right in the middle of the largest group of black vultures he had ever seen.