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.
[A bit late, sorry] The "...ensure that you've fully completed your transaction before leaving..." principle also holds true for places like fuel pumps and ATMs, what with the proliferation of skimmers-from-a-distance and all. At the credit union I frequent, I always check the card slot for an overlay; that's my part. The credit union has their ATMs set up to make you remove your card, before they dispense your cash, so all the internal beeps and boops are done before someone can saunter by and capture them with their handheld skimmer.
The Los Angeles Natural History Museum currently has a special exhibit about cats.
Of course, it tells us about all of the cats that live now, the sabertooth cat, and a few more that have vanished.
The most astounding fact I learned there though?
Some 50 million years ago hyenas have evolved from the feline track of mammals, not the canine track! Please don't semantic me on the number of years. It could be 35 million years. It's sometime after the dinosaurs died. There, that's got to be exact enough.
What? You've never heard of a Dumpster Diver? We have scads of scavengers who walk among us daily. Given the amount of food we waste daily, many have better diets than the general public.
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.
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