Saturday July 12th 2014 Tim
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.
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.