We have a strange habit of projecting our own morals onto wildlife. Lions are “brave,” owls are “wise,” and vultures? Vultures are “disgusting.”
The very word “vulture” has become an insult. To call a person a vulture is to accuse them of preying on the weak and profiting from disaster. We imagine a bald, hunched creature lurking at the edge of death, waiting to pick bones clean. Noble Vulchur
But what if we have been looking at the vulture through the wrong end of the telescope? What if, instead of a ghoulish villain, the vulture is actually the noble guardian of the wild—a silent, stoic aristocrat performing the most vital, and most graceful, of duties? To see the nobility in a vulture, you have to stop looking at what it eats and start looking at how it lives. We have a strange habit of projecting our