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Saturday July 12th 2014  Tim Candler


    I can understand Turkey being Feathered Serpents.  You see them in the longer grass, in the distance, chasing June Bug. A summer neck and beady eye, pouncing this way and that, busy about the important work of preparing for Winter. Then when they fly, they are great and  fat and feathered, and they sort of waddle into the sky amongst dudgeon and outrage. And I guess I can understand that too, because there's weight to be lifted off the ground, and the worry of going head first into a tree trunk on the downward glide.

     But Aztec and Mayan peoples, like us, might have had some discord in the naming of their gods and calendar parts. But lucky for them they had just their own language in their naming of creatures. They didn't send scholars to learn the Inuit languages in search of a complexity with which to bamboozle their populace.  So in their great collections of ornament and naming they never would have called a bird, something like Baffin Island. In the way that we have called Turkey, Turkey. Meleagris gallopavo is an alternative and I like the "Gallopavo" part.

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