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nest, and soon he would take nothing 

 else. Several times we tried him on stale 

 meat, but he never took it unless com- 

 pelled by hunger. If a piece of meat 

 dropped on the ground or was the least 

 bit dirty, he refused it. Several times we 

 tried him on wild game, such as squirrels 

 and rabbits, but he would not touch it if 

 he could get fresh beef. 



General was as playful as a puppy. In 

 the morning, after we gave him his break- 

 fast, he wanted to romp. Down he jumped 

 and pounced upon a stick or leaf, shook it 

 in his bill, dropped it just to jump upon 

 it with both feet and toss it up again. He 

 became hilarious the minute I went out 

 in the morning — seemed hardly able to 

 control himself. He was extremely fond 



GENER.AL LIKED TO BE PETTED 



Fresh, running water was a luxury to 

 the young Condor. He pattered along 

 in the creek for an hour at a time. He 

 liked to play about the hydraulic ram. 

 When he decided to bathe, he got under 

 the spouting water and wallowed in the 

 pool. He never seemed to feel thoroughly 

 washed, for when he was soaked through, 

 he would step out for a moment and then 

 suddenly decide to go in again. He kept 

 this up until he could hardly walk, or 

 until we drove him out of the water. 



of pulling on a rope, and we often played 

 with him in this way. 



We set up a perch for General out on 

 the river-bank just beyond our camp, and 

 there he loved to sit in the sunshine. He 

 seemed to enjoy watching the Turkey Buz- 

 zards that almost daily sailed overhead 

 and the Crows that flapped past. The 

 birds that flew above him were always 

 intensely interested in him. The Buz- 

 zards sailed around and around, turning 

 their heads to watch, but never seemed to 



