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For the ancient world, birds played a powerful role in furnishing signs about what was to come in the future. In modern English we have the words “auspicious” and “augury,” each of which reflect the role of birds in telling us what the future holds – derived from an auspicium, or viewing of birds. To the ancients, the birds were vehicles through which the gods delivered their judgment to men. Plutarch recounts the tale of Romulus and Remus and their determination of the site of Rome based on identifying a flock of vultures. And Robert Graves, in his masterful I, Claudius dramatizes the legend by which Gaius Claudius was marked as a future emperor of the Augustine line when a young eagle fell to earth before him. There are hundreds of other examples of birds acting to reveal frauds and the impious, to warn of attacks, or to mark persons as leaders. Should we lightly dismiss a way of viewing the world which has such deep roots?
And yesterday, the auguries were taken on Alberto Gonzales. And they were exceedingly clear. Gonzales has besmirched our democracy and disgraced the government he serves – an almost unimaginable feat – they said.
An outdoor news conference in perfect spring weather, with birds chirping loudly in the magnolia trees, is not without its hazards.
As President Bush took a question Thursday in the White House Rose Garden about scandals involving his Attorney General, he remarked, “I’ve got confidence in Al Gonzales doin’ the job.” Simultaneously, a sparrow flew overhead and dropped excrement on the President’s sleeve, which Bush tried several times to wipe off.
You can watch the divine judgment being delivered on Gonzales here. Pay attention to the soundtrack and note the cacophony of the birds starting as Bush begins to speak.
More from Scott Horton:
Conversation — March 30, 2016, 3:44 pm
Joseph Hickman discusses his new book, The Burn Pits, which tells the story of thousands of U.S. soldiers who, after returning from Iraq and Afghanistan, have developed rare cancers and respiratory diseases.
Freddie Gray’s relatives arrived for the trial in the afternoon, after the prep-school kids had left. By their dress, they seemed to have just gotten off work in the medical and clerical fields. The family did not appear at ease in the courtroom. They winced and dropped their heads as William Porter and his fellow officer Zachary Novak testified to opening the doors of their police van last April and finding Freddie paralyzed, unresponsive, with mucus pooling at his mouth and nose. Four women and one man mournfully listened as the officers described needing to get gloves before they could touch him.
The first of six Baltimore police officers to be brought before the court for their treatment of Freddie Gray, a black twenty-five-year-old whose death in their custody was the immediate cause of the city’s uprising last spring, William Porter is young, black, and on trial. Here in this courtroom, in this city, in this nation, race and the future seem so intertwined as to be the same thing.
Average speed of Heinz ketchup, from the mouth of an upended bottle, in miles per year:
After studying the fall of 64,000 individual raindrops, scientists found that some small raindrops fall faster than they ought to.
The Playboy mansion in California was bought by the heir to the Twinkie fortune, and a New Mexico man set fire to his apartment to protest his neighbors’ loud lovemaking.
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“Matt was happy enough to sustain himself on the detritus of a world he saw as careening toward self-destruction, and equally happy to scam a government he despised. 'I’m glad everyone’s so wasteful,' he told me. 'It supports my lifestyle.'”