California Condor Eben McMillan 2 February 1964 It remained warm during the night, just past, but strong gusts of wind, from a westward direction, blew at times. After sunrise an east wind commenced blowing moderately. It was very [illegible]. Two Raven showed up, circling above ridge where sheep and rabbits had been left last evening. From all appearance, at a distance, the carcasses of the sheep or the two Jackrabbits we put out on Sulphur- Soda Ridge had not been molested. The Raven came at 7:45 A.M. and continued to call and fly up and down the ridge west of us. At 8:17 A.M. a Golden Eagle, visibly buffeted by the east wind that was becoming stronger now, flew northward along the upper third of Hopper Mountain and passed on through saddle that connects Hopper Mountain with ridge north of Sulphur Creek drainage. We left our camp at 8:45 A.M. and drove towards Castaic Junction where we were to meet Carl Buchheister and Bill Goodall at 11:00 A.M. As we rounded the point below Percy Ranch, and below Castle [illegible], we looked back with the spotting scope and binoculars but could make out no large birds about Hopper Mountain. This at 9:20 A.M. Arriving at Castaic Junction at 10:15 A.M., we filled up with gas at the Standard Oil Co. Service Station there. The attendant who served us was a lad of about 20 years old who had been born and raised in the Castaic area but had never seen Condor, although he said that he would very much like to see one. According to him, his father used to see Condor quite frequently many years ago when he worked, driving trucks, for the Newhall Oil Company. His father has not seen Condor in recent years. When I mentioned the possibility that Condor were probably all gone he said NO! That there were still Condor living around Piru. That they were doing—