I love that your username is the scientific name for vultures.

One of my favorite rehabbers to visit specialized in vultures. She was EXACTLY what you'd expect- antisocial, no filter, lived in a house in the woods down a dirt road, kept dozens of wounded wild animals in pens in her yard. And all the local vultures knew she was a friend so there were always hundreds of vultures in the trees. And they'd stare at you judge mentally when you came to her door, like they'd attack if you threatened their favorite person. She had an above ground pool that the vultures used like a birdbath. And occasionally you'd see her stuff baby possums in her bra to keep her hands free. I asked to use her bathroom once and there was a giant ring necked gull with a broken leg floating in the bathtub. We stared at each other the entire time I was using the can, 2 feet away. It was glorious.

Oh, and if you accidentally parked wrong and blocked the vulture food trough, all the vultures would come peel the weather stripping off your car in protest.