Whenever I think of turkey vultures, I think of mythology. This must be where these birds originated from, right? Their large wing span and humped back necks coupled with their unique, gnarly red heads conjure up tales; here's mine:

I was out walking on the beach one foggy day. Feeling a whoosh of air behind me, I instinctively ducked. Just above me were two vultures circling about. Their flapping wings could be heard above the surf. Having interrupting their meal, I could see they were clearly upset. One landed right in front of me and I quickly halted. I looked around to see if anyone else was watching this spectacle and saw that I was alone. Sitting down in the sand (why, I don't know), I vocalized an apology about intruding on their meal. They looked me suspiciously. I looked at them while carefully pulling my camera out. As I started taking photographs, the one next to me cocked his head at each click and then started 'hissing' at me while he pranced around. The other one came flying in. That was enough! I jumped up and got out of there, leaving the mythical pair to dine without my company.