The next day, Connie and Conner, wild condors went scavenging for some breakfast. They searched all day until they found carrion carcass faraway from their nest, which was on a high peak in the Sierra Nevada Mountain Range. They started diving down at 50 miles per hour to claim their prize, but when they got right next to it Conner made an expression of disgust and refused to eat the dead animal. Connie looked at Conner in surprise and then started plunging her head into the animal's rotting carcass because she knew if she didn't eat at least two pounds a day see would probably starve to death. By the time they got back to the nest the sky was pitch-black and they were as tired as ever.

The next morning Conner awoke to the smell of a dead animal scent. He started to look around to find the dead animal. Then he looked behind himself and what he saw made even his worst nightmare feel like a stroll in the park. He froze, right behind him he saw his mother, Cony still like a rock. He was glad he didn't eat that carcass. Then after that moment he started to cry.

After he stopped crying (he cried all day) he heard an unusual noise. It sounded like sandpaper rubbing against a rock. The sound came closer and closer until a dark figure came out of the darkness. Then came another and another. The three figures started walking toward Cony. After a while they started walking toward Conner. One of the figures picked him up and Conner and the three figures started going down the rugged mountainside. After a while Conner got tired and fell asleep in a New York minute.

When he woke up he found himself in a humungous cage with other condors. Then he noticed a sign saying California Condor captive breeding program and then he automatically knew this was going to save his species. After reading the sign he started to cry one more time but not for sorrow, for joy.