Ben McMillan California Condor 27 March 1963 Put my bed on a ridge ½ mile south of the Shepherds trailerhouse that I visited with last night. This herder's flock of 100 Ewes passed by where I slept a bit before sunrise. They were walking fast, not feeding, and all in a compact mass. The Shepherd came by about 5 minutes later hurrying along to catch up with the flock. It was cloudy and threatening rain. A few drops fell as I cooked my breakfast. I located the sheep carcasses, the herder had pointed out to me yesterday, and watched them until 12:00 noon. Several Turkey Buzzards came in to feed on those carcasses, but no Eagles or Condor. An afternoon I drove south through the hills, looking for dead Sheep and Condor. One fresh sheep carcass was seen at which 5 Buzzards were feeding. I talked to another Shepherd, here, who had never cared for sheep until he had come to America from Spain on a three year contract in the National Wool Growers in Bakersfield. He said that if more rain does not come soon and grass is not received enough to furnish the sheep with some forage, the herds will be trucked to Mojave and then driven slowly up the Owens River valley to Mono Lake, a trip taking about 8 weeks. This herder comes from the same community as does Benito Grasarii, the herder with whom I visited last evening. Driving down the Pozo River, our house home, in evenings, I saw large numbers of Turkey Buzzards going to roost in Cottonwood trees that grow in the river bottom and are located about one mile above highway 65 Crossing of Pozo Creek. Stormy conditions prevailed in evening, but little rain -