Recently when a opossum was killed by a motorist on my street, a good number of scavenger birds descended and made short work of consuming the corpse.
Most unusual was the five or six turkey vultures that appeared to feast on the roadkill. While I often see crows, along with the occasional raven, this was the first time that I had ever seen turkey vultures on my suburban street.
Vulture in suburbia
Ravens and vultures have territorial disagreements
Vultures trying too look all bad-ass to intimidate crows
It’s been so long since I’ve been in the habit of blogging, I’m not sure where to begin. In the past, my mind was always buzzing with ideas about what to write, and I couldn’t get it written fast enough.
But back then, my problem wasn’t the shortage of ideas, but rather gathering the courage to publish it. I think I’m over that now, thankfully!
Now I just need to focus on some topics to write about. In the meantime I’ll just write about whatever, in short bursts like this post.
After the emotional tumult resulting moving, getting divorced, and getting laid off, things have finally started to settle down for me. Now I’m feeling both relaxed and energetic, so my creative energy can flow. Feels good to be back.
Once upon a time, I dreamt of being a journalist — even studied it in college. But times have changed, especially mass media, and nowadays newspapers pay worse than they ever did, which was never very much. Digital media’s where it’s at, which I love because it benefits everyone I know and love, self included.
Still, I enjoy learning about the history of journalism, which the old Herald building represents for me. Also, as a Los Angeles resident, that newspaper fascinates me because its history is intertwined with that of the city. They broke Black Dalia murder story, hired Agness Underwood, the first woman editor at a major paper, outdid the complacent L.A. Times when they investigated the LAPD….
It’s fun to think about, but things are much better now, as it’s easier than ever to find information, and do your own reporting. There are more ways than ever to have your voice heard, and you don’t need the permission of a crazy millionaire to do so.