I cannot fly. I do not have wings. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to float, hover, glide or rocket across the sky.
If I were a tern, I could do all of these things.
I would wear the mask of the Cedar Waxwing to simulate the goggles worn by old fighter plane pilots.
So instead we found ourselves carried by mechanical wings. As the desert faded into the sunset, we drifted among the clouds. An adventure.
When the mechanical bird landed to rest, we found ourselves surrounded by an emerald forest that went on as far as our eyes could see.
Not long after, we met up with the ocean and her cool breezes. It was also here I met up with my birding partner and friend in crime, Kathie. Together we would cover some ground in the state of Maine.