The convoy was proceeding down the dry, cracked crazy-paving riverbed of the Gomatum.

Some inconspicuous fluffings and sleekings of its plumage may serve as visible displays, yet are sufficiently subtle that a human observer detects them only with difficulty […]

They're all blems. They're from the dumpster behind an apple-waxing plant in Washington State.

I confess to spray-painting all over that mural!