Condors are the largest flying land birds in the Western Hemisphere. There are two species who claim some air space in America. These can be found in the coastal regions of California and Mexico, and some a little farther east in northern Arizona. There must be one Condor, however, who lives in South Florida. How do I know this? Well, I cannot imagine anything but the largest of birds that must have cleared entrance into the airspace above my house. That’s all it has taken—just one condor executing a special fly-over.
Condors, or at least the people who write about them, seem to be pre-occupied with time. To be specific, Condors have a 24-hour syndrome. Did you know there are several books that include the word “Condor” in their title, along with an associated reference to “day?” For example: Three Days of the Condor, Six Days of the Condor, Next Day of the Condor, Last Day of the Condor.
Now, I do not know a lot about birds but when it comes to Condors I know one ugly bird when I see it. And the fact that Condors are jumbo jet size compared to other birds, makes them pretty creepy characters to have flying around your neighborhood.
I guess I better stop for a moment and ‘splain what this is all about, especially since it is only speculation on my part that a Condor is what flew over my house today. Since I did not see it, I really have no proof. Oh wait, I do have solid proof that something large flew over my house. I’m just not sure what. Hey, it could have been Dumbo the Elephant for all I know.
So what happened today was that my house was strafed by a flying object…much like a British Spitfire in World War II. Something large flew over my house and with precision timing and discharge, this large something unloaded what must have been an an urgent call from Mother Nature.
I have been told when a bird poops on you it is actually called a “bird blessing.” Well, my house was blessed today. My guess is, it was by a Condor, making today, at least at my house, THE day of the Condor!