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Riding westerly the highway suddenly topples down off a ridge and onto the open prairie as a kettle of buzzards soared symbolically on the rising draught. The buzzard, is the peculiarly American name (true buteo buzzards are hawks) for our North American turkey vulture, genus Cathartes. I felt now that I had entered Pirsig’s Zen landscape. It was a prairie purgatory. The sun was as hot as hell. |