California condor survey field notes, v1476
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California Condor Eben McMillan 16 September 1963 Several Turkey Buzzards circled out of a grove of eucalyptus Trees in the Santa Rosa Valley at 8:30 A.M. Where, it appeared, they had spent the night. This place is about five miles East of Camarillo, California. We drove to Castaic Junction and visited the Dead Pit of the Newhall Land and Cattle feed lot where the bodies of five cattle were piled. Three buzzards were sitting on the ground, one quarter mile west of the dead pit. One buzzard and two Raven were observed flying some distance south of the dead pit. The day commenced cloudy and sultry with a mild West wind blowing. Smog lay heavy in the valleys of the Los Angeles basin. We drove from Castaic Junction to Chuchupate Ranger Station in Valley to the west of Frazier Park where I met the District Ranger, Mr. Gary Plisco, who had just today taken over the District Ranger Post at Chuchupate Station from Jack Williams, who had been transferred to the Klamath National Forest in Northern California. Ranger Plisco had no knowledge of the Condor survey that Jan and I are doing. This may be due to his not having been availed of the information prior to becoming District Ranger. But it seems a bit strange for Plisco has held the position of Assistant Ranger at Chuchupate Station for the last thirty months. Gary Plisco said he has been seeing Condor quite often this year, where in former years he had seen very few. Mr. Plisco said he has not been making any notes of these observations in that it was not the practice of the employees at Chuchupate Station to send in Condor observations. He, nevertheless, stated his willingness to help us in any way he can and consented to see Personnel to that any Condor observations, in the future, by Personnel under his jurisdiction, will be recorded and placed in a box in his office, for our use, whenever we happen by that way to pick these notes up. We drove to the lookout on top of Frazier Mountain. On the way up the mountain we talked a man who was