Vulo

There were the golden bowls used to gather the blood of the sacrificed animals; cups to pour libations top the Priest-Kings; vessels containing oils; lavers in which the celebrants of the rites might cleanse their hands from their work; there were even the small bowls of coins, brought as offerings by the poor, to solicit the favour of initiates that they might intercede with Priest-Kings on their behalf, that the food rots would not fail, the suls not rot, the fish come to the plankton, the verr yield her kid with health to both, the vulos lay many eggs.
Marauders of Gor

Three other men of the Forkbeard attended to fishing, two with a net, sweeping it along the side of the serpent, for parsit fish, and the third, near the stem, with a hook and line, baited with vulo liver, for the white-bellied grunt, a large game fish which haunts the plankton banks to feed on parsit fish.
Marauders of Gor

It stopped before Svein Blue Tooth and Ivar Forkbeard, who, on seats of rock, awaited it. Ivar, chewing on a vulo wing, motioned Hilda, and Gunnhild, Pudding and Honey Cake, who, naked and collared, his girls, knelt about him, to withdraw. They crept back, bond-maids, behind him. Their flesh was in the shadows. They knelt.
Marauders of Gor

"A fellow walked past me, carrying several vulos, alive, heads down, their feet tied together. He was followed by another fellow, carrying a basket of eggs. I followed them as they would be going to the market streets, near which was the bazaar."
Tribesmen of Gor, pg 40

"...carried a large wooden cage, made of sticks lashed together, which contained perhaps a dozen white vulos, domesticated pigeons."
Nomads of Gor, pg 172

Gant

"The cries of the marsh gants were about us now. I saw that her hunting had been successful. There were four of the birds tied in the stern of the craft."
Raiders of Gor, pg 10

"I had carried about bowls of cut, fried fish, and wooden trays of roasted tarsk meat, and roasted gants, threaded on sticks, and rence cakes and porridges, and gourd flagons, many times replenished, of rence beer."
Raiders Gor, page 44

Tumit

"I gathered that the best time to hunt tumits, the large flightless, carnivourous birds of the southern plains, was at hand..."
Nomads of Gor, pg 331 "...beyond them I saw one of the tumits, a large, flightless bird whose hooked beak, as long as my forearm, attested only too clearly to its gustatory habits; I lifted my shield and grasped the long spear, but it did not turn in my direction; it passed, unaware"
Nomads of Gor, pg 2