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.
Annette- I completely agree. As you know, mass transit in Europe is light-years better than here, even around big cities like NYC or LA. Yet another example of what government needs to improve.
They seem to have the attitude that they'll only improve mass transit if people use it, but people don't use it unless it's improved and convenient, so we're stuck in a Catch-22 cycle of "not enough."
One thing more people could do is use mass transit and bikes to get around and for short distances.
If there were protected bike paths, away from traffic, not just a forking line on the ground, I would use my bike more frequently and leave my eight seat minivan parked. But I will not "save the planet" by attempting to win against American car drivers.
Now that I live a distance away from Los Angeles, I do take the train there. It takes an hour and twenty minutes, which is ten minutes more than by car when there is nobody else on the freeways. And much faster than a car on any other time. I come out at Union Station where I can choose from dozens of buses and three Metro lines. It's glorious and cheaper than parking for an hour in Los Angeles. And parking out here at the train station is free.
How in carnation can anyone mess up phrases? My ex-sister-in-law always messed this one up. I'm not sure if she was referring to the flower or the instant breakfast drink.
I was always a really good sleeper and didn't understand insomnia (What's the problem? Just go to sleep. How can you not sleep if you're super tired?) until about age 40. Ah, how blissfully naive I was, before PD symptoms and the lively side effects that come with its various treatment options.
After a year or two of waking my husband up in the middle of the night with either blood-curdling screams or hysterical giggles, I started moving to the guestroom. Now I just wake myself up. Conveniently, I'm capable of falling back asleep and landing right smack in the middle of the same dream that just woke me up.
I keep the room very cold, but I also use a weighted blanket. That, along with a healthy dose of melatonin and Trazedone, seems to help.
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