Life, Death, and Taxonomy
“…and today we’re talking about a screaming sensation. But more on that later.”
In the open meadows, the humble goat grazes and stares into the middle distance, contemplating its place in the universe and the meaning of life. Its calls shift subtly, shaped by its social circle, adapting as needed to fit in or stand apart. It’s vacant expression and square pupils belie a hidden linguist But sometimes you have to talk the lingo to blend in like the goat here in Life, Death, and Taxonomy.
“…and today we’re asking hoo is this bug? But more on that later.”
In nature, mimicry allows some creatures to ride the coat tails of others. You get the aura–the vibe of a dangerous, poisonous, or disgusting critter without having to put in the hard work of developing those traits. But the Giant Owl Butterfly takes it to another level–in some cases looking like a photorealistic copy of a frightening predator. But imitation is the sincerest form of flattery in Life, Death, and Taxonomy.
“…and today we’re talking about a familiar feathered friend. But more on that now.”
In the quiet just before dawn, when everything feels briefly held in place, one animal steps in and breaks it like a neighbor who thinks that revving his mufflerless engine at 5 am is what the kids on fleek think is cool. The famous rooster isn’t a gentle symbol of morning so much as a blunt announcement that the day has arrived, whether anyone is ready or not. What makes it work is that he’s built to handle his own noise—his biology shields him from the worst of his call, letting him shout into the darkness without paying the price for it. But sometimes you need the ultimate hack if you’re the herald who howls without hazard, ensuring your racket reigns supreme like the Rooster here in Life, Death, and Taxonomy.
“And today we’re talking about a tiny creature that looks like a penguin but isn’t. More on that later.”
A bird with a funny name sits upon a dock post of a frigid Atlantic wharf, waiting for friends to arrive for the busy mating season. With a beak the color of sunset, these seabirds squawk greetings to pals arriving from the solitary hunting season. But some new faces on Maine shores have strange customs…but sometimes it’s best to join in to fit in–in life death and taxonomy.
“….and today we’re talking about a tiny, little farmer. But more on that later.”
(Messor Ibericus)
“…and today we’re talking about little bird blue, but more on that later.”
As seasons change, so do many animals. New coats, sloughed skin, fresh molts–even humans don’t wear white after labor day. For most, it’s a gradual process that can be a challenge, but makes way for growth. For some, it can be dangerous, as the cumbersome metamorphosis leaves animals sluggish and vulnerable. But for the little blue penguin, the necessary process of molting can be downright catastrophic in Life, Death and Taxonomy.
“…and today we’re talking about a high fly star that’s not Taylor or D’andre… But more on that later.
High above the Alps, where even eagles take snack breaks, there’s a bird that laughs in the face of gravity, sleep schedules, and layovers. It’s a feathered jet stream, a sky-soaring insomniac that treats “touching grass” like a bad habit. So tighten your seatbelt and stow your tray tables, because some things just never come down—like the alpine swift here in Life, Death, and Taxonomy.
“…and today we’re talking about fish with an identity crisis. But more on that later.”
Is it a snake? An eel? A buzz saw? The frilled shark is none of those things, and yet it’s something of all three. This creepy looking ocean creature appears to have blunt pearly whites from a distance, but a close look reveals rows and rows of pointed tridents ready to latch onto prey. Why deviate so much from the typical shark weaponry? Sometimes the strange way is the right path in Life, Death, and Taxonomy?
“…and today we’re talking about the savannah’s secret dangerous megafauna. But more on that later.”
Species: Syncerus caffer, also known as Cape buffalo, savanna buffalo, or forest buffalo, depending on the subspecies.
Description
Build: Stocky and muscular with a broad chest, short neck, and sturdy legs built for endurance.
Coat: Short, coarse hair ranging from dark brown to black. Forest buffalo subspecies may have a reddish-brown coat. Hair thins with age, especially in older males.
Horns: Both sexes have curved, upward-sweeping horns that fuse at the base in males, forming a thick, helmet-like “boss” on the forehead. Horns can span up to 3.3 ft (1 m) across.
Head: Large with a wide muzzle, prominent ears, and dark, expressive eyes. The face often has a rugged, weathered look.
Skin: Tough, dark skin with visible scars or mud patches, as they often wallow in mud to cool off and deter parasites.
Tail: Long, tufted tail reaching down to the hocks, used to swat flies.
“…and today we’re talking about a globe trotting bug. But more on that later.”
A simple insect lives a glover trotter’s life. No dry season will do in this bug’s life–rainfall is needed near round to maintain a healthy life cycle. So, chasing storms all over the Indian ocean is the bold strategy the globe skimmer uses to manage the moisture. But how can a such a small creature manage such an intense journey through Life, Death, and Taxonomy.