California Condor Eben McMillan 27 September 1963 Stopping at a very large Turkey Ranch that is located at the edge of the lower Oak-belt, in the foothills, between Raymond and Highway 41, and inquiring as to animals and birds, that prey on the population of Seventy five thousand turkeys, of all sizes and ages, that are penned up in enclosures of about two acres each and circled with a chicken-wire fence that averages about five feet high, I learned that large birds give no trouble, but that Wildcats, Coons, Coyotes and domestic Dogs do become problems at times. This Ranch has been in the turkey growing business for thirty years. I was told that many buzzards come in the summer season to feed on carcasses of turkeys that die from one cause or another. But no one here knew of Condor, or had ever seen an Eagle. I had just seen an Eagle about one mile west of this ranch. What was formally a large sheep operation and operated in the past by a Mr. Wagner, and is now producing cattle and being operated by the son of the Mr. Wagner, who ran sheep, is situated in the foothills — the east boundary of this property, running along highway 41, on its Northwest tside, for some distance, — is the ranch property on which John Tuft, Gregory McMillan and I saw Nineteen Condor that had fed on a Calf carcass on 24 May 1959 at about 8:30 A.M. The young wife of the present Mr. Wagner knew nothing of birds, or mammals, and admitted that her husband knew less. "We don't have time to be looking at birds or wild animals," she remarked, while she stood in the doorway of the barnlike structure in which—