California Condor Eben McMillan 26 February 1964 ¾ of a mile from the bait and stood in full view. Even at this distance, and having seen us about ten numerous occasions previously, all the Condor immediately flew and circled above the bait as soon as they saw me. This was at 1:15 p.m. After exposing myself and seeing the Condor leave the ground, I then walked back into the timber out of sight. At 1:18 p.m. the Condor returned, landed on the ground, and commenced feeding on the deer carcass. I hiked towards the feeding Condor, keeping hidden among the trees, until coming out on the ridge where the old desalinated tank sits on an open knoll about ¼ mile south of our camp and about ½-mile north of where the Condor were now feeding on the carcass of the deer that they had dragged down hill about one-hundred feet. Keeping behind this tank I crept up and stood behind this tank over which I could look at the Condor without them seeing me; or at least without them recognizing me as anything to be feared concerned about for I could raise my head over the edge of this tank and watch these birds, with the binoculars, without disturbing them. Eleven Condor, one of which was an immature ringed-neck bird were now scattered on this hillside opposite me feeding, fighting, juggling at the deer carcass or just sitting and watching. At 2:15 p.m. Two single engine jet planes passed over soda-sulphur ridge, a bit to the south, heading east. They were quite low and created a roaring sound as they passed a bit to the south of —