Well, it's now official. The king vultures are now so familiar with me, I'm seen as valid prey. I was trying to shoot some shots of squabbling maned wolves this morning, when something tapped my leg. I thought it was a child, but when I turned around it was Igor (my new pet name for the little crud). AGAIN.

He started trying to eat my jeans AGAIN, so I left him in the dust. He followed at a discrete distance, naturally. And when I got to the bridge, there was Bride of Igor on the other side, also homing in on me.