DP Weekly Photo Challenge
Look up at your ceiling. It’s probably 8 feet high. Imagine another two feet. That’s a 10-foot-high ceiling. Now spread your arms out to your side. Imagine you are a bird, and your arms are wings. Imagine you are a Peruvian Condor. You are one big-ass bird, with the largest wingspan in the world. Your wingspan is longer than your imagined 10-foot-high ceiling. And you are hungry when you wake up in the morning. But whoever designed life here on this planet may have been a little miffed at you when you were created because
you wake up hungry, but you can’t fly until the sun warms the ground and creates thermals that allow you to take off and fly. You’re so large, you can’t just flap your wings and fly into the sky. You need a crosswind and heat. And you’re one ugly creature. Mostly black feathers. If you’re a male, a white ruffle at your neck. And a featherless, bald head. That is because you eat carrion, you are a vulture. You stink like dead animal most of the time. You soar on the thermals, barely moving your wings, until you spot a dead llama or an alpaca, and then you dive down to it, and stick your head inside its dead body. That’s five-star fine dining for you. You’ll never taste a Starbucks double espresso. You’ll never eat Godiva dark chocolate. You’ll never inhale the aroma of fresh-baked bread just out of the oven. Karma, dude.
In Peru, though, you live in a very lovely valley, the Canyon del Colca, the second-deepest canyon on Earth, and only short by something like 150 meters, and it is more than twice as deep as the Grand Canyon. And because you, my friend, are the country’s third most-popular tourist attraction, over 100,000 people a year take long, arduous, and dusty bus rides and show up in your canyon just to see you soar. After you wait for the sun to heat things up in your hood, one thing you do get to do is show off for the tourists. And when you feel like being a bit of a rascal, you soar above the crowd and poop on one or two just because you can. And poop from a condor is not just a little white mess you wipe off with a single tissue. You are a good thirty pounds of ugly stinking bird, bigger than many dogs. You poop, people notice. But no worries, nobody’s going to shoot you, you’re on the endangered list. You can do what you please with impunity. For as long as you’re here.
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