This is an article about Andean Condors. I had the great fortune of working personally with one and he and I were secret sweethearts. He would come close to me edging over and hiss in his wheezy kind of way. His pink fleshy skin would turn crimson and he would throw out his gigantic wings in display. This would be accompanied by him bending his head down coyly and turning from side to side with his wings outstretched. I would murmur endearments to his masculine display and scratch him on the head. I miss working with him, he was a character. Above is a picture of him. A looker, no doubt.