The Raptor Center

I was expecting people when I arrived at the raptor center on Wednesday. But there was no one there. I let myself in, and discovered a few hawks and a turkey buzzard hanging out in cages in the infirmary, delicious dead mice waiting for a mid morning snack nearby. I wandered over to the door where a chart on the different types of raptors was kept.

A cartoon caught my eye. It was the silhouette of a turkey buzzard, head and beak, and the picture was printed twelve times. The sequence of text?

Hi! I'm a turkey buzzard!
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To keep cool, I defecate all over my lower legs.
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When I'm upset, I projectile vomit.
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Aren't I special?
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That's when I knew that I wasn't in Kansas anymore. People eventually arrived, and I was treated to a two-hour raptor lecture.

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Those of you who have known me for any length of time know I like to research, well, everything. It might explain the PhD thing. It is also awesome when I get to do it in conjunction with writing. Since I've gotten serious, I've looked into the world of pro-wrestling, Hammer horror, large and small animal veterinary, Norway, Decorah, and...this time around...raptors.

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