The turkey vultures are migrating across the High Desert, and Victorville is dead center in their flight path. This means that while the January thunderstorms are stampeding across the landscape, the vultures are wheeling around and being scattered across the arid hills like burnt pages from a cracked book.
What is stunning about the sight is the size of the scavengers. I'm used to seeing ravens around, and their size can be intimidating, especially when one of them is giving you the glad eye as you munch on a sandwich. But vultures are in another class altogether. They flap maybe once every minute, and spend the rest of the time kiting across the skies looking ominous. The migration really hits home because you can see hundreds of the grey guys at once, all heading south towards Cajon Pass and better hunting grounds.
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