A dozen vultures fresh from their communal roost circle low overhead, wings shining white whenever they tilt toward the sun—angels of death.
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A dozen vultures fresh from their communal roost circle low overhead, wings shining white whenever they tilt toward the sun—angels of death.
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“angles of death”
But we must remember what Ed Abbey taught us: vultures keep the desert (and mountains) clean.
On observing a group of vultures on a recent road kill I am often struck by the profound similarity to a large table of humans devouring a meal of dead animal. Only real difference is preference in length of aging and rareness.
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Yes, absolutely. I am a big fan of scavengers and carnivores generally.
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