From the personal journal of Guido Garcia
November 29, 2010
Hola my friends. I am sorry I could not get my first post up until esta noche. The new woman the Czech zoo has forced on me has been a complete pendeja. Constant nagging. Constant complaining. Bueno, volvamos a lo que estábamos diciendo.
I have been following the recent updates on our new blog, and feel I must also share my story of mi bello and I. First, many of our new amigos have been wondering if Detlef and I are keeping in contact. We are… almost daily. The wonders of modern technology make it seem as if he is here in the Czech Republic with me. Me gusta Skype-ing with Detlef prior to a nighttime del sueño, it makes me sad he is not here to share my nest. I will now pick the story up where Detlef left off.
Life as a vulture can be a lonely one. We have no allies in the sky, nor on the ground. It doesn’t help that we squawk and hiss at anything that comes near a carcass that is providing our meal. Often we smell so badly that we could kill an animal with our stench. So when a vulture finds someone who is simpatico to our dilemma, we usually stay friends for life. I thought I had found a special someone in my wife, but she went loco. I was lucky to find someone better in Detlef.
After setting up our new casa and becoming more familiar with our surroundings, I took Detlef to del mar for a special meal of pescado and abalone. It was delicious. Detlef said he never had anything but forest carcass, so this meal was special treat. We flew back home, and I thought we would stay here forever. A year or two went by with nothing of interest to write about. We met a lovely gentleman crow by the name of Cronus and another griffon vulture Nyx. Both señiors lived on the other side of the cliff. Vultures and crows don’t normally get along, but we had great scavenges with Cronus. He had lived in this area all his life, and knew some great hotspots for fresh kills. Nyx was interesting, as he never lived in more than one place for more than two years. His life experiences and stories were nothing short of amazing, and it made me want to travel the Mediterranean with Det for the rest of our days.
One afternoon, Nyx was talking to Det and I about a rumor he had heard about the Greek government’s vulture trap and sell program. Nyx claimed his cousin had flown in on a deer carcass and was feasting on what was left of the animal’s kidney when a government agent trapped him in a net. I asked Nyx how he knew this to be true, and he said he went looking for his cousin after not seeing him for a few days, and saw signs of a struggle. I was torn on whether to believe this story; Nyx had more world experiences than I had, but what if his cousin was muy estupido and simply was killed by a hunter? Regardless, I felt Detlef and I should be more careful on our hunts.
The idea of being more careful while scavenging left my cabeza as quickly as it got there. Vultures always have to fear a hunter, but a government? Why would the Greek government be selling vultures to people? And who are these gente tremenda who are buying vultures? Looking back, I wish the fear stayed with me. I was about to lead us into an awful trap.