On Nomenclature

But it was only slightly more realistic than searching
for the Holy Grail, by which I mean it was utterly ridiculous.
On a small ship, sailing to Lima, we were told repeatedly

to keep an eye out for the Blue-footed Booby. Even the name
seemed outrageous—but nature assigned no such moniker,
humans did. The Blue-footed Booby, we were told, is

often sighted plunging head first into the sea here and, yes,
it really does have light blue feet, brighter in youth
and a duller blue as the birds age. Nature invented ageism