Native to the Americas, the turkey vulture (Cathartes aura) travels widely in search of sustenance. While usually foraging alone, it relies on other individuals of its species for companionship and mutual protection. Sometimes misunderstood, sometimes feared, sometimes shunned, it nevertheless performs an important role in the ecosystem.
This scavenger bird is a marvel of efficiency. Rather than expend energy flapping its wings, it instead locates uplifting columns of air, and spirals within them in order to glide to greater heights. This behavior has been mistaken for opportunism, interpreted as if it is circling doomed terrestrial animals destined to be its next meal. In truth, the vulture takes advantage of these thermals to gain the altitude needed glide longer distances, flying not out of necessity, but for the joy of it.
It also avoids the exertion necessary to capture live prey, preferring instead to feast upon that which is already dead. In this behavior, it resembles many humans.
It is not what most of us would consider to be a pretty bird. While its habits are often off-putting, or even disgusting, to members of more fastidious species, the turkey vulture helps to keep the environment from being clogged with detritus. Hence its Latin binomial, which translates to English as "golden purifier."
I rarely know where the winds will take me next, or what I might find there. The journey is the destination.
This one is right up my alley! Or is it down my alley? Either way it sounds risque to me!
Actually, I was just planning for a beer and pizza combo this coming week. I'll be doing all that pack up and close up the house to head for Florida. I won't have to cook, just eat on the fly. ...
With just the two of us, we wash our dishes by hand; it's usually not a big job. As for oiling wood cutting boards, I use a product that is a combination of mineral oil and beeswax.
I like having the clock on the microwave. But it's got this "feature" where, whenever the power blinks off, I have to reset it. Okay, resetting the time isn't a big deal: put in the hours and minutes and am/pm. Fine. But for some arcane reason, it also requires month/day/year to be input. Perhaps it's got some timer feature I haven't used in the 20+ years I've had the damn thing.
Putting in the actual date is too much like work and for no good reason, so every time the power goes out, it's once again November 11, 2011.
I guess I should be glad it's not one of those things that requires an internet connection. But if it had one, at least I wouldn't have to go through the motions 3-4 times a year.
I've reached a point in life where I don't give a shit what time it is. My microwave has been telling me it's 12:00 since the last time I unplugged it. OK, not totally true. I do rely on the clock so I don't miss kick-off on Thursday Night and Sunday.
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