The Thunderbird has a wingspan of about thirty feet. We know this because we measured the shadow it cast over our delivery truck on Highway 191 in Wyoming. It was 6 AM. We had a full shipment of Foxhole Coffee in the back. And the Thunderbird wanted it.
It started with a pass overhead — close enough that the truck rocked in the wind. Then it landed on the road about 200 yards ahead and just stood there, blocking the way. Ancient. Enormous. Absolutely not moving.
Our driver, to his credit, did not panic. He got out of the truck, opened the back, and pulled out a bag of Dark Roast and a camp stove. Started brewing right there on the shoulder of Highway 191.
The Thunderbird watched. Didn't move. Just watched.
When the coffee was ready, our driver poured it into the largest container he had — a 32oz Yeti — and set it on the hood of the truck. Then he got back in the cab.
The Thunderbird approached. Sniffed the Yeti. Picked it up in one talon — the whole thing — and drank it. Then it spread its wings, caught an updraft, and was gone.
The shipment arrived two hours late. We told the warehouse it was weather-related. Technically accurate.
Foxhole Dark Roast — powerful enough for a Thunderbird. → foxholecoffeeco.com