Life from a vulture’s perspective
The chill of the night begins to lift as the red dawn unhurriedly wraps up the nighttime stars in its warm embrace. The vulture raises her sparsely feathered head from …
The chill of the night begins to lift as the red dawn unhurriedly wraps up the nighttime stars in its warm embrace. The vulture raises her sparsely feathered head from …
I have always been amused by collective nouns. An obstinacy of buffalo, an implausibility of wildebeest, and my personal favourite, a parliament of owls. None of these is more appropriate …