We have a Turkey Vulture.
He's been coming around for weeks now, and gradually we've gotten him farther and farther from the road so he won't get creamed. This morning he showed up early, at about 7:24. I thawed a piece of flounder for him, and when I went outside he started to run off. I kiss-kiss-kissed at him, and he literally came running back, I'm sure thinking, "FOOD!!" Chucked the flounder and he snarfed it down, then he walked off into the woods.
I don't know if his wing will ever heal to the point where he can fly again, and I hope we can nab him and get him to the rehabbers so he'll be safe.
Although at times my life can suck, it's never, ever boring.