On the way home, I drove past a committee of about two dozen Black Vultures hanging around a mound of gravel in a field next to a creek, up the road from the old train station in Brunswick. I've written about vultures before, they're one of my favorite creatures-- creepy, ugly, with some seriously disgusting habits. But they help to keep the world a cleaner place, removing the detritus of death. And that bunch I saw today, some sitting there shiny and black and hunched while others were stretching their wings so wide the individual feathers at the ends were spread like fingers, were like something out of an ancient Egyptian frieze. Beautiful and majestic and symbolic of more than just death.
|The vulture goddess Nekhbet. Image borrowed from here.|