This folks is buzzard legs, an unforgivable picture I know. To set the record straight I don't like buzzards. I think they are nasty creatures but they do have a purpose. One time when we went to the place in my header there was a buzzard sitting on the chimney as if she was guarding the house. When we went inside there were two turkey egg size eggs on the kitchen floor. Yuck! I thought this is where we are going to eat when we spend the week-end. John threw the eggs out and boarded up a window where we could see the buzzard had used to take up residence in the old house. The next time we went out she had laid eggs in a shed in back of the house. I had never seen buzzard eggs before so we left them there. It was a nasty old run down shack of a shed anyway. Everytime we went out I would stick my head in and check to see if the eggs were still there. I was so excited when they finally hatched out two little yellow balls of fluff. They didn't look disgusting at all but I didn't touch or get close to them. They grew and grew and soon some long black straight feathers started protruding out. Humm I thought this is starting to look like buzzards. They were buzzards and they started hissing at me when I would look in to check on them. One day they were gone. Flew away to learn to eat disgusting meals of roadkill. We never saw them again.