Well, the missing Wright Brother I spoke of previously in the blog Winter has become airborne and probably will head south soon, the next hurdle in his short life.
He appears strong enough to meet the challenge and maybe he’ll frequent this area again next year.
One things for sure, he’s tough, and that will stand him in good stead.
Kind of funny in a way how life is filled with drama, some small and some large, things to confront and work through with a little help from your friends at times.
I kind of daydream on occasion about what it would be like to have wings, to be able to soar, swoop, and dive.
To catch thermals and stay aloft for hours, and I wonder if birds have an awareness of how man has always dreamed of having wings, if they appreciate the differences, or if it’s merely something they are born to and have no other awareness?
They are awe inspiring, from the smallest of hummingbirds to the largest of raptors.
Something to be respected, and if necessary protected.
The below related excerpts from the blog Worlds in Microcosm:
“In a sense we all have wings, maybe not physical appendages, but emotional and spiritual wings that will allow us to soar if we cultivate them-often times they are broken and we become earthbound largely of our own doing or that of others….something else to consider.”
“We can choose to live with broken wings or soar-an easy choice I would think.”