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.
I suspect that for many (and, anecdotally, more and more each day, it seems judging by the number of sleepwalkers I see) it's a needed break from the shit-show they have a front row seat to every day.
@ JACE - OK, now you gone and ruined it. I'm going to try and figure out when I fall asleep. Don't you just hate it when, as you're drifting off, the brain throws a thought your way that wakes you up?
Who knew sleep could be so complicated. Personally, I wake up each morning and often wonder ... when did I actually fall asleep? Then I wonder if there's a certain position I need to be in to fall asleep.
Bitchin // California (where else? ) Growing up (what little I did) this was a "surfer" term for something that was very cool and not a euphemism for complaining. My cousins still use it today.
I've lived, worked, and traveled in South Dakota for over a decade and never heard of a tavern being anything other than a drinking establishment. I suspect if I were to enter a tavern and order a tavern, I'd likely get shown to the door.
I've driven nearly the entire length of southern South Dakota, but neither entered nor ate a tavern. Regarding the entirety of the Mississippi entry, one just has to wonder how many mothers ask for a ride anywhere.
Hibernatin' tato🌲-From what I understand, the thing with Monsanto patent was more weighted in the position of market manipulation and less about the science. It's unfortunate that the business practices ended up so entwined with the science.
Every once in a while HuffPo can get it right. They actually had an article about security theater (I believe specifically about airports) where they called out the absurdity of it. Great. Now I'm going to have to track it down at some point to satisfy my own curiosity.
@ Brandiwyn🎶Sprinting - I like that idea. Make them fish their tips out of the toilet! Ohhhh. Not THAT bowl.
It's funny. I lived in Germany and remember. Now I reside in Mexico and many parts of the country have a steward that hands you towels, etc. when you've completed your task... and you better not forget to tip! One followed my wife (who was ignorant of the practice) out to our table.
Tip creep has become noticeable. It used to be 15% now it's 18% and many places push 20%. At the Club House (where I used to live) they went to 18% included in the bill. You didn't have a choice. WRONG. I just quit eating there.
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