Thursday, July 1, 2010

Morning Meeting of the Dark Lords

Cathartes aura. From the Greek kathartes meaning purifier. I won't go so far as to say I love these birds, but I definitely find them fascinating. I keep waiting to get a picture of a group of them hanging out on a dead tree with the highest one in the 'horaltic' pose where it has its wings slightly extended, allowing the breeze to fan his feathers, a gravity bound flight simulation. They have a bad rap and it's gross to see them ripping apart deer flesh on the side of the road, but they're tasteful enough to prefer herbivore flesh.

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