About a week ago, I hiked along the Spokane River and stumbled into a committee of red-headed vultures. A few of them perched atop the living trees, but most seemed to prefer the skeletal remains of dead trees. It would seem they even prefer death when selecting a place to roost for the night.
Only rarely do I encounter vultures in this part of the world, but suddenly I stood face to face with a whole colony, numbering at least twenty five members. Others may have remained hidden in the nearby trees.
The vultures definitely noticed my presence, but they must have known I intended no harm. They allowed me to photograph the group while only one or two kept a wary eye in my direction.