California Condor ben mcMillan 19 March-1963 It was frosty this morning and a brisk east wind did not make the cold any more bearable. I drove to gans at 9:30 A.M., picked up the spotting scope and went to the Navajo, via Jack ponds and French Camp. As I entered the Navajo field, from the Pammatta Ranch, I noticed a shepherd walking among the dead Cottonwood trees, that are in an old bed of the Navajo Creek, with a Gun in his hands. I drove over to him and asked if he was hunting ducks (Patos) or bears (Oso's). He informed me in Spanish that he was hunting small birds and rabbits, that be cooked for his meals. He spoke of eating, and thinking that he wanted a ride to his Trailer so he could get his lunch, I took him the one-half mile across the Creek-bed to his trailer. Before entering the trailer he showed me the fathers of two Doves that he had shot yesterday and eaten. Going into the trailer he took a dressed Cottontail rabbit from the refrigerator and insisted that I let him cook it for me. This I declined stating that I had already eaten. This shepherd then related to me the trouble he had on Saturday evening, last, when it turned very cold and rained, hailed and snowed. Using his arms to gestulate and running like sheep he showed me how the newly Sheared Ewes reacted to this Cold weather. They would run at full speed from one side of the valley to course the other and before repeating the course, would stand shivering. Some succumbed to the Cold just dropping in their tracks. This he displayed by first shivering and then relaxing and falling to the ground. Over