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've worked early shifts, late shifts, and night shifts. The nice part about early shifts was getting home with time to do things. Usually too tired to do them.
Afternoon shifts were better, but I didn't like starting anything much, knowing I'd have to stop to go to work.
Night shifts didn't work for me. I did fine; it was quieter and nicer working through the night, but I found myself having health issues because I couldn't sleep during the day.
We have 2 sisters Maxy and Mojo that are now 3 years old. They were rescued by us when they were 7 weeks old. Mo I call miss or Ms cuddles! She knows when I'm not feeling good and cuddles up next to me.
Maxy is a torte and super independent but she yowls loudly early in the morning to let us know it's time to get up and feed them!
After I do the dinner dishes we have Kitty π playtime. I blow catnip bubbles and play with their wands. It's pretty soothing to all of us, and reading the above explains why sometimes I get a "high" from it! Thanks π
I remember coming across the Reno / Los Angeles fact, which I thought was pretty cool. I'm somewhat of a fan of geographical stuff like that, which is why more than a few locations appear on my Bucket List.
GrueSum1: Another "tell" for when it's fake-Mex is neon margarita lights and Corona ads.
For all I know, it might be tasty. But one time, there were two Mexican restaurants in a strip mall west of Seattle (yes, things exist west of Seattle). One was like the above, with a Bud Light sign for good measure. The other just had the name of the establishment. I chose the latter, and was not disappointed.
We have a small saying here. It's not true, but we always say if when we see a new place. It something like this. "If that sign doesn't sat Authentic, then it's not good Mexican Food.
I can't say anything about Chi-Chi's, I've never eaten there, but I can say Minnesotans do enjoy spicy food. It's one of my regrets about having the esophagectomy; I can no longer eat foods spiced with hot peppers. However, the alternative wasn't any better.
Having spent an inordinate amount of time eating truly authentic Mexican food lately, I will point out that even the "authentic" American versions are greatly toned down. Can you say, Fire Breather?
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