A Broken Tradition

Each year around this time, I check the image queue for the traditional Thanksgiving Day post.  Admittedly, I was a bit shocked when the queue was devoid of Wild Turkeys – a jestful reference in tribute to all the Turkeys that show up on many of our kitchen tables today.  Of course, those are mere hybrids of the wild version having been “engineered” to maximize the meat at the cost of  making them completely useless from a bird perspective.  Their wild versions are not the most adept in the flight category, but at least they can get off the ground and make it to a nearby tree if so desired – domestic Turkeys are chained to the couch with remotes in hand .  Alas, the tradition has been broken.  I will  have to put the Wild Turkey on the top of the 2020 hunt list (right below the elusive Snow Bunting), so this doesn’t happen again.  While I am at it, might even help Ron get a decent shot in the tin as his luck with these game birds ranges somewhere between “it’s in there somewhere” and “damn, them Turks have Cheetah speed to cause a blur like that”.

All hope is not lost, I did find a substitute.

Turkey Vulture, Anahuac National Wildlife Refuge, Texas Gulf Coast, December 2016

Definitely not one that poses any threat of ending up on our dinner tables, but it at least has “Turkey” in the name.  The Turkey Vulture is not new to Intrigued, having debuted all the way back in 2014 (link here) and popped up several time since then (link here).  Unlike true Turkeys, these rather ugly looking creatures can fly … well at least soar with the best of them.  No hopping from tree to tree, these strong winged Vultures will ride the thermals to dizzying heights, making it look effortless as they slowly circle the grounds below looking for victims of predators, age, illness and the most wasteful of all… humans in their deadly deuces and curly-wurlies.

Hit the jump to read a bit more about this substitute bird.

Turkey Vulture, Anahuac National Wildlife Refuge, Texas Gulf Coast, December 2016

These birds spend so much time in the air or standing over carcasses that it was a surprise to see them hanging out in trees on our trip through the Texas Gulf Coast back in 2016 (yes, straight off the 10 day old sighting of the Hairy Woodpecker from the last post and already rocketed back 3 years).  They were probably just tired from migrating down from their more northern breeding grounds.  The worst thing about seeing them this close is … seeing them this close.  Not a bird that would end up in a Christmas jingle to a true love or be invited over to enjoy cranberries and stuffing.  I am, sure they would prefer to be all gussied up like the Black Crowned Crane (link here), but the need to stick their heads into the cavities of decaying carcasses prefers the featherless adaptation.  Maybe you should read this post AFTER your Thanksgiving dinner ha.  In an effort to bring you some educational insights for your gracious time, I went out to Cornell to get you some more interesting tidbits.  Talk about a major disappointment – they had a sum total of ONE interesting fact and it was the standard lame one about the oldest recorded specimen (just short of 17 years old if you care and Cornell, for the record, nobody should care).

Turkey Vulture, Texas Gulf Coast, December 2016

Where were the answers to the questions I immediately had – why are they given the Turkey moniker… do they gobble, is it because their head looks like a snood or their ancestors were amazing bowlers.  For that matter where did the Vulture title come from.  I warmed up the fingers and went typing for answers.  The why Turkey in the name answer ended up being a let down.  Someone thought that the heads and the feathering palette were similar – I’ll give them the feather coloring, but the head is a bit of a reach.  The why Vulture name was more interesting.  Turns out it is derived from the word vulturus which means “tearer” in reference to the manner in which they pull the dead flesh off of decaying carcasses.  Sorry, should have waited for you to finish those mashed potatoes.

Anyway, for those who celebrate the day, Happy Thanksgiving – if not your thing, maybe you can just take a few minutes and give thanks to something or someone that has helped you along the way – it’s good for the soul and with Black Friday looming hours away, everyone can use a remembrance of what humanity means.

7 thoughts on “A Broken Tradition”

  1. Snow Buntings elusive? Not here, we have flocks of them on the beaches in winter 😁 very tame they can be as well.
    Don’t get vultures though or wild turkeys, (or thanksgivings what ever they are) ah well.

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    1. The offer still stands, if you can send me a Snow Bunting, I’ll send one of our more colorful Warblers over. Oh, and the ABA demands that I mention that you should put air holes in the box and at least 4 days worth of seeds… if you were going to do this. Ironically, people do see them all around us out along the country roads, but they must see me coming and high tail it out of there. Surprised there are no buzzards in your area as I thought they were pretty widespread – the Turkeys I know have a smaller global footprint. We have Turkeys that breed every year in our back woods. With all the Coyotes, the mom really has to work to get any to adulthood – 2 of the 5 this year made it, so hoping we get a couple more breeding pairs (so I can get more pictures to be better prepared for next Thanksgiving. Thanks for dropping in and and as you can tell, we survived the chaos that is America’s Black Friday.

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      1. 🤔 Reckon I should do a post on the Buntings, I’ve got some old shots, after all they don’t have to be up to date some people use 3 year old images 😉.
        Yes we get Common Buzzard (Buteo buteo) in our part of the country. 20 years ago they were as rare as hens teeth (common in north and west UK) now every woodland has at least one pair.

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