I spent the past five days at the edge of a forest on two sides, a pond on one, and open prairie punctuated with tall trees on the fourth. The multitude of habitats should, in theory, attract a wide variety of birds and other wildlife. Mostly, I encountered birds by their vocalizations, occasionally glimpsing them as they emerged from deep shadows, flying from tree to tree in their unending quest for food and to defend their territories against invaders. Or, as with Lord Vulture, I would glass them as they soared effortlessly and silently on broad wings that rarely flapped, angled expertly to circle, rise, and descend, covering vast distances with minimal exertion. What a glorious life!