Something after all

First daffoldil of 2020 in author's yard at leastFirst off, I must start with the obligatory daffodil, the first in our yard at least. It opened sometime yesterday but the rain didn’t stop until that evening, so it’s a nighttime flash shot.

But I spent the past couple of days trying to find something to do for Darwin Day, which is today: Charles Darwin was born on this date in 1809, and of course, as a nature photographer, science enthusiast, and evolution-affirmer I should be recognizing this at least. But nothing was coming to mind, and February is naturally a bad time to be trying to find some example that helps illustrate his work, as I’ve noted before. We should be celebrating this on July 1 instead, which is the anniversary of his first presentation on natural selection in 1858.

[And I’ll take a moment to note that, roughly simultaneously, Sir Alfred Russell Wallace also tumbled to the idea of evolution by natural selection and deserves almost as much credit as Darwin; Darwin was perhaps more thorough in his treatment, but should not be considered the only person who proposed the concept. In fact, several other scientists and naturalists throughout the time period were contributing ideas and concepts, so it really was only a matter of time anyway, but hey, we’re dealing with Charles right now.]

However, at a loss for decent subjects, I turned to the ponds, the one in the backyard and the larger one nearby, and sought some subjects within. There remained very little to see, and what I did find was hard to photograph, but I made the efforts anyway.

unidentified varied species of springtails
On the surface of the water at this time of year can always be found these tiny (1-3mm) arthropods that I tend to call doodlebugs just from appearances, though I believe this is more often applied to other species. Technically they’re springtails, Class Collembola, and I believe I have several different species in the one cluster here, but they weren’t my primary subject and I’m not going to fuss about particulars. Instead, we’ll briefly pursue the naiads.

damselfly naiad
“The what?” you say, and I confidently repeat, “Naiad,” knowing damn well I only discovered this term (well, for this context) a few minutes ago. I was calling them damselfly nymphs myself, but nymph is an incorrect term, because it’s an exopterygote. So there.

[Don’t ask. Or at least, don’t ask me – I just shoots them. If you want the camera tech specs, then you can ask.]

Anyway, damselflies spent their youth in the water; the appearance we’re all familiar with is their adult, reproducing form. But as juvies, they swim around in fresh water and chase other aquatic arthropods while breathing through those feathers attached to their ass, which are actually gills. What will become their wings presently looks like a rather-ill-fitting tailcoat, but we’re going back to those gills.

gill of damselfly naiad
Pretty snazzy, ain’t they? I know you’re jealous. The overall length of the naiad was probably in the realm of 20mm, and a single gill was no more than 4mm. I was having a devil of a time nailing sharp focus and good lighting through the aquarium glass, and eventually I stopped trying, not too enamored of my subjects to begin with. Well, except for one small aspect (which is still far from my best work.)

head detail of damselfly naiad showing nerves
One of the three specimens that I had to work with showed some kind of fuzz all over it, what I’m taking to be a fungus of sorts that I’ve seen frequently before, but it was the only one holding still in a good position so it was the one I got the best frames of. And in this frame, you can clearly see what I’m taking to be the optic nerve feeding into each ommatidia (eye) cluster. I am also presuming that the larger dark bands running down the back, which continued the length of the insect, are nerve cords as well; there is no spine or internal skeleton for them to be protected within. Arthropod brains themselves are of course rather small and simplistic, but it’s possible that portions of it are visible before the head chitin gets too opaque here.

That wasn’t really enough for a post, and I was returning my water samples to the ponds when I stepped out onto the back porch and was immediately greeted by my next subject, quite unexpectedly.

first green treefrog Hyla cinerea of 2020
Now, the past couple of days have been remarkably warm, but I also cleared ice and frost off of my car in the mornings not a week ago, so I wasn’t expecting to see any evidence of this species for another month or so. I shouldn’t have to tell you that this is a green treefrog (Hyla cinerea,) but it definitely marks the earliest that I’ve ever spotted one. According to my own criteria, this means that it’s spring now, and any snow or frosts are completely disallowed from this point on. Much better than groundhogs, for sure.

green treefrog Hyla cinerea action pose
And an action pose, after I had returned my aquatic subjects to the pond and noted the splashes of two other frogs as they leapt back into the water – those were likely green frogs, not green treefrogs (I don’t name ’em,) which always overwinter in the mud at the bottom of the pond. I was inclined to consider the treefrog here as a fluke, because they definitely don’t like even cooler weather, and suspected from its location that it had holed up under the cover of the grill on the deck that they seem to be fond of. But wait!

very small green treefrog Hyla cinerea on railing
Only a few meters away, another green treefrog was hanging out on a decorative railing. This one was 1/3 the size of the previous and much more bronze in color – which I’ve been seeing a lot lately, making me wonder if some conditions of the yard are contributing to this (there – I kinda half-assedly tied it back in to Darwin.) Regardless, either a coincidence or an indication that the green treefrogs, at least, consider the warm spell a good sign.

Emboldened by my finds, I went out poking around with the headlamp in pursuit of more subjects, but found very little. My little technique of shining a flashlight up from the undersides of the gardenia leaves did produce a hit, though.

first magnolia green jumping spider of 2020
Magnolia green jumping spiders (Lyssomanes viridis) are fairly common in this region, though small and secretive, but they have the coolest eye effect visible. They’re very fond of the undersides of leaves, where they can remain unseen but have a good shot at all those insects that take shelter thereon. You can see that the leaf is criss-crossed with web strands, and I don’t know if this is just safety draglines, something that all spiders maintain as they wander along, or if it’s an alert system for prey; jumping spiders are active stalkers and ambushers, so they don’t capture or hold prey with webs at all, but perhaps they still use webbing for ‘tripwires?’ I’ll have to do some more research.

first phlox blossom of 2020However, that was a nice little package of current photos to mark the day and indicate that the blog has not gone completely fallow; I’ll include this first blossom among the phlox plants from a couple days back as well, a tiny splash of color among all the browns. Here’s hoping that we really do have an early spring and I can have something more to photograph soon – I’m not holding my breath, but hey, one can dream.

On this date 6

unidentified yellow wildflowers
I actually had a lot of images to choose from with this date, except… all of them were from last year only. It would appear that February 5th had not previously been a time when I’ve been out shooting. So we have one of many varied images taken on the same outing related here, after Jordan Lake had proved too unproductive and Mr Bugg and I had switched over to the NC Botanical Garden. Therein, some variety of local wildflower was already blossoming, so I did a few frames – most of the other choices were represented in last year’s post.

I did try to identify these, by the way, but the resource that I’ve used in the past showed no clear matches – I suspect it’s a member of the primrose family, mostly from the four petals, but that’s more guess than, you know, brilliant botanical knowledge…

Regardless, here’s some yellow if you need it. Next week’s entry, however, will show that February is a wild-card month. Betcha can’t wait.

Branching out

bare branches against sunset sky over Jordan lake
Not gonna say a lot about these, because it’s a little hard to type right at the moment, but here are a couple of pics from Monday’s sunset and Tuesday’s successive sunrise – not too often that this happens for me, except at the beach sometimes. These are both local, however. The sunset above was from Jordan Lake, looking in much the same direction that the little sliver of moon was seen a few posts back, and sunrise below was from the pond nearby. The branches just seemed to work for both of them, so here we are. But I also liked the little added touch of the ‘smoke’ wafting from the ‘fingertips’ above; really just a jet contrail, which is why I prefer sunrises because the jets usually aren’t active then, but it kinda worked here, unintentionally.

bare branch against sunrise sky the next morning

Moon Face Monday

slightly gibbous first quarter moon
Hey hey it’s Old Man Al D here with a new topic, “Moon Face Monday!” Today we have a first quarter moon giving way to gibbous phase, taken just hours ago! “Gibbous” comes from the Latin word gibbus, meaning ‘humpbacked,’ which I suppose could be said to apply to such a phase, if you ignore the obvious aspect of bierbeibei, which is the Latin word for ‘potbellied.’ Wahoo!

Be sure to check back next week to see what else I have for Moon Face Monday!

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Okay, no, not really. I’m just messing with Buggato.

January ran so far away

distant huge flock of seagulls
I said that this pic would be coming in a few days, because it’s an obvious choice for the end of the month abstract. Well, that and the fact that I’ve shot almost nothing in January, so it’s this or some weird images through the microscope.

While out on Jordan Lake, a huge flock of birds was visible well out over the water, and the long lens (and a knowledge of flight behavior) revealed that they were likely seagulls. But what exactly they were doing at dusk wheeling around far out on the lake, I couldn’t tell you, probably because of the threatening electrodes attached to my genitals. No, seriously though, I don’t know. I don’t know! It wasn’t fishing, because nobody was diving or clustered on the water as they tend to do, and to the best of my knowledge there was no garbage scow out there.

Just a few minutes before I found the moon, however, I glanced out there again and saw that not only had the flock moved further off, it had grown remarkably, stretching across perhaps a kilometer of sky. I juggled a bit to frame the excerpt below to retain enough detail while still conveying the mood from the sky color and clouds, because now, they look a lot more like a colony of bats, which is much cooler.

a flock of seagulls, not bats, but I shouldn't have told you that
In fact, if you want to see a little more detail, you can click on the image itself to see a larger version. If you’re viewing this site on your phone, you likely won’t see much from either version, but that’s your tough shit – stop playing with toys and use a real computer.

On this date 5

snow in fronds of pampas grass
This one goes back only six years (next week’s will be worse) to 2014, one of the January storms that are fairly common for North Carolina; if we’re going to have only one decent storm, it’s generally in January. So far this winter we have had none at all, not even a smidgen – I think a couple of flakes blew around one day for a few minutes, but that was it. We’ll just have to see what happens – previous predictions, including The Girlfriend’s that it always/usually/often/occasionally snows ten days or so after a winter thunderstorm (some Farmers’ Almanac thing I believe,) have all petered out.

With a decent enough snowfall, things can get a lot more picturesque, but there are a few factors that can prevent me from taking advantage of this: no good light following, no good landscapes or compelling subjects in close proximity, and of course, a distinct reluctance to chance the conditions of any particular road solely for a ‘good photo’ – I guess I won’t ever make it big on Instagram. North Carolina does not rank among the best states in adequately clearing the roads during and after a storm, and few of the vehicles that I ever have access to are good winter choices – because we rarely have serious winter here in the first place. So if there’s a chance of bad driving, I just stay home. My first car, after all, was wrecked during a blizzard in New York.

Thus the pic from our own yard. Compelling, timeless, expressive, captivating? No. Interesting? A tad fartistic? Maybe – that’s up to you to decide. But taken on January 29th, so it fits the bill today.

A quick question

So, if I comment that some internet topic is receiving far too much attention – you know, one of those that it seems every damn person feels obligated to add their own take on – does this stand any chance at all of raising awareness of the rampant “me too-ness” that is so prevalent nowadays, or is it simply contributing to the same problem? I really need to know.

But thank fucking dog I dumped Facebook years ago.

Brand spanking

It’s about 2:30 AM as I type this – again, my sleep ‘schedule’ is totally wacked and yet, completely typical for me. And knowing that the posting date will show and that some astute reader may refer to this for confirmation of conditions, I feel somehow obligated to refer to events as ‘yesterday’ even though they were a few hours back and all that. But yeah.

Saturday evening. We’d just come out of the cold snap that hit the East a couple days earlier, and heavy downpours less time ago than that, but the sky was clear and the temperature quite reasonable, and I decided to take a chance on the conditions and headed down to Jordan Lake near sunset. There has been little to photograph and fewer personal opportunities to try, and it seemed like a good time. Especially with… but I’m getting ahead of myself.

post sunset twilight over Jordan Lake
The sunset was unremarkable due to the clear skies, with just a few orphaned clouds catching some color, but that was encouraging to me. The birds were scarce: a couple of great blue herons doing some distant flights and another example that I’ll get to in a few days. I had idly tracked a light aircraft that went overhead before sunset and, in doing so, suddenly spotted Venus riding high in the sky – it can be visible in daylight, generally with magnification, if you look in precisely the right spot, but it took me a few moments to know that I was seeing a planet and not a very high altitude aircraft catching the sun. And I shot a couple of frames of a cloud throwing a shadow across the humidity in the sky, which presented some small misgivings. Still too far ahead though.

small could casting shadow at sunset
I was out there for a specific reason, and one that might not come to pass at all, but there was perhaps no better time to tackle it – I’d missed plenty of opportunities before. However, you remember this post from two months back, where I captured this tiny sliver of crescent moon as it aged towards new? [I love talking as if there are regular readers of this blog – gives me imaginary validation.] I was curious to see if I could top that and bring it down to less than a day from new. And this has to be done right before sunrise, for a waning (fading) crescent, or right after sunset for a waxing one; the moon will be very close to the sun and so you need the sun to be just over the horizon to eliminate as much glare as possible, and the sky has to be very clear. Two attempts since that post in November had been thwarted by clouds, and I knew this kind of pattern may continue for a while.

And then, there it was.

superfine crescent moon only hours after new
Knowing where the sun had set helped a lot, because the moon was going to be almost perfectly in line with it (and in fact, there had been a penumbral lunar eclipse two weeks previously when it was full, just not around here, and almost exactly a year ago was the total lunar eclipse.) I had set up the tripod and was scanning the sky in the right region when it popped out at me in the viewfinder; earlier attempts with the binoculars, roughly the same magnification, had yielded nothing, but the sky may simply have been too bright only a few minutes earlier.

Now, as I put up a few more frames, an explanation of the orbital mechanics of all this.

sliver crescent moon approaching horizon
You can’t for instance, simply be out the day before or after the ‘new moon’ [when the moon is completely backlit by the sun and thus invisible to us] and capture the same stage, because the moon’s phases are not perfectly aligned with our Earth days and months. So, on the moon, a mere day (sunrise to sunrise) takes 27 days and 7 hours (43 minutes, 12 seconds,) Earth time, and these are the phases we see. Almost. Because as this is happening, the Earth is revolving around the sun and changing its position, taking the moon with it, so to see the same phase from Earth takes 29 days, 12 hours (44 minutes, 3 seconds.) This was the original definition of a month back in them olden days, and obviously, it presents some problems, most especially the idea that, after a few years, January 1st was falling in the summer. You’ve heard about ‘blue moons,’ which basically means the second full moon in our calendar month? Yeah. So even 29 days from now, at sunset, the phase will be slightly different, but I can’t be bothered to determine if it will be a bigger or smaller crescent right now. [Okay, it should be smaller, and perhaps next to impossible to see without a precisely-aimed telescope.]

In fact, here’s where I’m slightly confused, and I’m trying to do a much-needed post and not study all the celestial mechanics right now. Because my handy LunaSolCal 6.3 app from Volker Voecking Software Engineering told me that new moon was falling Friday (1/24) at 4 PM or so – at least I remember it that way, because I was plotting to try and capture the waning crescent. But as I caught the waxing crescent instead, it told me that the moon was 0.6 days old (so, 14 hours?) and 1 percent visible. I got these photos at about 6 PM on Saturday (1/25,) which to me would mean it was something like 26 hours old, so I’m not sure how long “new” is supposed to last – 12 hours I guess? I don’t know – it’s all a bunch of technicalities, but basically, each month the phase will be different by some hours.

sliver crescent moon distorted by atmosphere
Now, two things to note as we get to this image. The first is the obvious distortion that’s coming from the atmosphere, the same reason I was worried when seeing the cloud shadow on, well, nothing, above – the humidity in the air can obscure a lot. But there’s also something visible in all photos, and that’s this ‘thin’ or darker spot about a third up the crescent from the bottom. This would appear to be caused by a feature of the moon itself, perhaps a lunar mare, but it’s going to be difficult to plot exactly. This is partially because it’s falling right on the edge of the visible portion, so 90 degrees around the face we see, and I’d need a complete global map with meridians to try and pin it down (and since the poles aren’t even distinguishable, the latitude would be just a guess.) And then, there’s libration, the wobble of the moon’s ‘captured’ or synchronized orbit around Earth, meaning that it’s likely not 90 degrees from the center of the visible face, but some presently-unknown variation from it. I’m just not into that at the moment, but perhaps it will spring up later on when I’m still looking for topics to post in the winter.

But while I’m here and have the photo already edited, another demonstration of the distortion from the sky.

distant medevac helicopter showing atmospheric distortion
As I was scanning the sky a bit earlier, I spotted this medevac helicopter some kilometers off, almost in the same spot as the moon would descend to, and fired off a couple of frames. The distortion is even visible here, and that’s through a tiny fraction of the air between us and the moon, so, yeah. It’s easy to see that even just a bit of a hazy sky would eradicate any chance of seeing the tiny crescent.

Regardless, I’m going to count this as beating the moon shots done in November, if only by a few hours of phase, and consider it unlikely that I will top it without using a telescope. Which might still happen.

But how? Intermission

Intermission? Does this mean there’s, like, 25 more on the way? Actually, I have two potential topics in the category on my list of suggested posts, but this is more of overall observations that I was making the other morning, kind of a anti-‘But How?’ post. It will become clear in a moment.

I had observed some time after I started the Ask an Atheist page that very few people feel the need to ask atheists anything; they just assume they already know what the answer would be, with a degree of inaccuracy ranging from, “You’re not grasping the point,” to, “What the bloody hell made you believe anyone thinks like that?” – the condescension can run quite high within such subjects. And as I have remarked more than once when tackling some of the ‘But How?’ posts, such questions aren’t actually asked too often either. I am well aware that this hews far too closely to making any or all of these posts mere straw man arguments, answering a feeble caricature or parody of any real issue to make them easy to take down, but then again, I do see variations of these from time to time in various locations; I was active on several forums, sites, and newsgroups for years, before most of them devolved into pointlessness or inactivity, and have seen plenty of the arguments put forth by religious folk, so I’m going to assert that I am not, at least, completely guilty of knocking down top-heavy cartoon characters. I will also point out (if only to myself) that I have not shied away from addressing sophisticated theology, as well as philosophy, on numerous occasions, both here and where other people can be found. Just to get that out of the way.

Right now, I’m going to tackle some musings on why this is: why so few questions seem to be asked over something that is as important as the devout hold it – indeed, if it forms anyone’s worldview and shapes their actions, it is important, and not just to themselves. If you think about it, it’s immensely curious that something which bears so much emphasis across the world, providing the most impact on attitudes and decisions by a huge margin over anything else, is often arrived at/supported by/reinforced with/explained with some really trivial criteria – it isn’t hard at all to poke holes in most of the arguments and ‘evidence’ that I’ve seen, anywhere. And even when long, dense tomes are produced by theologians, it’s difficult to find anyone that even has a passing familiarity with the content; these are not being used to inform anyone in their own pursuits, but only as a rejoinder to any attacks on religious thought (yes, in much the same vein as this post – again, trying to remain self-aware.)

The first thought that comes to mind is the difference between ‘finding answers’ and ‘seeking indulgence.’ Answers are sought openly, with an honest curiosity over How or Why, and most especially, if any answer produces further questions, those are pursued with equal vigor. Indulgence, however, is a means to an end that’s already been reached; the goal is either to justify some pre-existing idea, or to satisfy some emotional desire, and these are often closely intertwined. However, this is falling for an ugly trap, because human beings are always driven and ruled by emotions – it’s simply that different ones have different affects on individuals, and attempting to find something universal, even among a defined group of people of any nature, is a fool’s game. The best that we might discover is a tendency – which may be sufficient, or it may not, and I’m leaning towards ‘not’ at the moment.

Nonetheless, there are quite a few factors that indicate that such things could bear a lot of responsibility. Virtually every religion on Earth has some explanation for what happens after we die, more than, “bacteria run wild in my body and someone else has to discard all my junk,” (and it occurs to me as I type this that it would be a lot easier if our possessions eroded away quickly with our passing – maybe I have to start considering more perishable assets.) And it’s no surprise why this might be – the life-after-death bit, I mean: avoiding death is a key factor in all life, and we have it as a background goal within our minds, far beyond a simplistic fight-or-flee reflex. So yeah, there’s a strong desire to avoid death even when it’s inevitable, making any promise of an immortal soul very appealing. And alongside that, as a social species we’re also concerned with fairness and justice, because we couldn’t be social without them, so post-mortem judgment is also emotionally reassuring.

But while we all have these feelings, they don’t produce the same bias regarding a belief in an afterlife, and the same might be said for any other aspect of religious thought (and countless other things besides.) While the above is one example, much of what I’ve tackled here over the years falls into the same general category: the evidence is superficial, sometimes little more than a soundbite, but that’s enough. Why? What’s the difference between those that find this sufficient and those that find this inane?

It would be easy to assume that there is a difference, perhaps intrinsically, perhaps just learned at some point (like how some personal experiences can have a huge impact on our lives and thinking afterward,) but this is dangerous, and unlikely to be correct – not to mention it fosters this concept of elitism, the idea that atheists, for instance, are smarter/better/more refined/sexier/possess cooler things than, you know, them, something that the various attempts to find a new label for atheism (“brights,” “free-thinkers,” etc.) starts to impinge upon. Hell, the idea of being ‘special’ is one of those factors that may influence religiosity – and yes, I have no doubt that some atheists, perhaps a lot of us, are influenced by the very same base desire. We’re certainly accused of it often enough, but you know, pot/kettle and all that jazz…

Yet there still remains the idea that, on average (perhaps even bordering on a defining trait,) religious folk do not question their beliefs, and in many cases do not even express doubt or the mere concept of fallibility. Often, the idea of religious fallibility is automatically extended to a god rather than remaining personal: of course I cannot doubt a perfect being! This concept being held, of course, without the faintest thought that we haven’t yet established a perfect being of any kind, and the fallibility part was simply on the human end, something that none of us has any trouble accepting. And there is no doubt that confidence and assurances are a mainstay of virtually every religion on Earth, drilled repeatedly into millions of sermons and pamphlets and almost the entire idea of religion in the first place; yes, culture does foster this more than a smidgen. Which is why I promote critical thinking over anything else; doubt is a remarkably useful function, because it makes us seek enough factors to give us confidence, as well as cutting the legs out from under those that would prey on our tendency to believe mere assurances. A simple practice of thinking, Does this make sense? and, Is there any other explanation for this? can reveal a world of deception, self- and otherwise. (You can add in, Who would profit from this? too, to round out the basic questions that should, as far as I’m concerned, underlie most of our thought processes.)

I tend to view this as the key difference between being religious and not – or at least, one of the key differences. We can see other countries that have much lower percentages of religious thought and activity, and higher too, and know that culture plays an important role, and this is certainly no surprise; the human tendency to take one’s cue from others is well-known and used extensively, especially in churches, especially in advertising (“millions of users agree!”) The attendant thought that starts some contradiction is that this, in itself, is a form of doubt, not trusting in one’s own choices but relying on others for more confidence, yet this doubt isn’t the same as that ‘critical doubt’ above, nor is it sufficient to start the questioning of religion itself. So we have the doubt that exists within atheism (or at the very least, self-provoked atheism rather than any instilled by parents or culture,) which causes one to question scriptural accounts and miraculous events and numerous realms of being and/or metaphysics that we can find no evidence for; this same kind of doubt seems to underlie much of scientific thought, perhaps provoking individuals on the path towards science in the first place. And then we have the doubt that causes individuals to ‘go with the flow,’ taking their cue from others and reinforcing the very culture that provokes/promotes such behavior. Often, such tendencies are positive, such as being in a well-behaved classroom or among a multitude of careful and considerate drivers, but it can go both ways, and history is full of examples. Are these distinctly different, and if so, why?

Admittedly, there’s a spectrum even within religious thought, so much so that labeling all of the wide variations as ‘religious’ is both too broad and runs the potential of being grossly misleading. I have seen extremely few people who actually believe all of the malarkey that their scripture delineates, and even among those that insist that every last word of their scripture is absolutely true (to the point of denying vast areas of scientific research, including simple physics,) they seem ready to ignore some of the most ludicrous passages about cutting hair and wearing clothes of two different materials – and more power to them, really, despite the easy target of their obvious hypocrisy. There are millions, theologians and priests among them, who find passages to be mere parables or metaphors, or just edits from some overzealous scribe in the past. I’m not sure anyone has ever attempted a poll to determine who actually believes in two originating humans in a garden, or a cycle of rebirth guided by past actions, and so on and so forth, versus how many simply pay lip service to the concept because they’re expected and encouraged to; I suspect it’s very few, to be honest. And such a poll would be nigh worthless anyway, because a significant percentage of those that don’t truly believe such things will not admit to such, even to themselves. While there are obvious reasons why anyone would not confess any doubts or disbelief within their own congregation, since ‘calm acceptance’ isn’t the most likely reaction that would be encountered, the aspect of self-denial is far more entertaining. Wouldn’t an omniscient being tumble to this immediately? Or do believers simply not ever make that connection? Maybe they believe that wishing despite disbelief is enough to satisfy the holy requirements…

But more importantly, how do we bring to light these differences, and especially start to eradicate the negative aspects of them? I personally have no desire to attack someone over their beliefs or eliminate religion or anything of the sort, though I am more than happy to point out that, if we can definitively show these to be detrimental in nature, then yes, we should eliminate them, happily, and never look back. But more to the point, we should be able to define our actions and even our worldviews in terms of benefit and detriment, not in terms of arbitrary labels and cultural associations from ages long past, nor be influenced by base desires or wishful thinking; the importance of any decision should help define a self-imposed examination and criticism. And I am under no illusion that this is an easy or quick thing to establish. But if there exists some key point of focus or effort, some facet of behavior to address or a better way of establishing the concept, I’d be delighted to know what it is.

As I’m wrapping this up, it occurs to me that maybe my initial approach wasn’t quite so incorrect after all (purely by happenstance): the questions that I’ve tried to answer were rarely ever asked, but nonetheless should have been, and perhaps this has been highlighting the omission in itself.

On this date 4

turkey vulture Cathartes aura and black vulture Coragyps atratus perched together in tree
Today’s feature comes from 2013, and is somewhat appropriate because these two are waiting to feast on the decaying remains of the blog.

Okay, it’s not that bad – it’s just a typical winter slump, and overall a bad time to chase photos for myriad reasons, free time, weather, and fighting to get over a sinus infection among them. But in comparison, I already have more posts for this month than the month this was actually taken, so I’m not going to feel too bad about it. What we have here are a turkey vulture (Cathartes aura) on the left, and a black vulture (Coragyps atratus) on the right; same Family, which is Cathartidae, but different Genus between them. That said, there’s the more obvious appearance difference when seen perched like here, but other details that are more visible when aloft, since the heads become very hard to distinguish at any distance. The turkey vultures have silvery-grey undersides to their flight feathers, which amounts to the ‘trailing edge’ or back half of the wings, while the black vultures have such brighter coloration only on the six feathers at the wingtips, giving them a pale ‘palm.’ Also, the turkey vulture has a more distinct tail that the black, with a visible length in contrast to the little rounded ‘bump’ of the black vulture’s tail. Once you get used to seeing the differences, they’re obvious at the first good ventral view.

I’m almost certain these were perched in a tree not far from the old house, hanging out as the thermals died down. Vultures are soarers – obviously, because that’s how we all know them, wheeling in circles with little or no flapping – and they count on strong updrafts to help them fly without expending much energy. When the day isn’t gusty or producing updrafts, they more often simply maintain a perch and conserve energy until things change. I took the opportunity when I spotted these to record the visible differences between the two species, up close anyway – I can’t recall if I have both species in the same frame in flight, so you could see the wing and tail distinctions, but I suspect not. Maybe someday.

One more thing while we’re here, and I think I’ve mentioned this before but this topic can never be repeated enough. I used to rehabilitate injured raptors, and while most of the hawks and owls presented formidable opposition to handling with both their beaks and their talons, vultures tended not to wield either in this manner; their beaks were sharp enough but they simply had the habits and inclination to use those sharp edges only on dead things. However, their defense method was in many ways much more dire, because a threatened vulture will vomit on its foe, and this is just as horrendous as you imagine it, if not worse. I had a seasoned animal health tech apologize quickly and flee the room when it occurred, even though I’d recognized the hurking gestures from the vulture in my grasp and aimed its head towards the trash can. Thankfully, my rehab trainers had adequately warned me about such fates and I never got directly ‘assaulted’ in this manner, but still, the aroma of regurgitated carrion is not exactly piquant. One out of five stars; cannot recommend.

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