Migration
This might have happened last week, or earlier this week. It happened while I was exhausted, walking home from work. My footsteps were a lot more sluggish than normal - I'm a brisk walker, but working every day of the week really takes its toll on you. So I proceeded down the street, losing motivation, wishing I could collapse on the grass and just sleep.
But amazing things were happening, so I couldn't.
Maybe it was a migration? Winter's almost over. A flock of birds spiraling in the sky. Like a tornado.
As lame and poetic-wannabe as it sounds, it's true. They spiraled above the trees, I saw as I crossed the bridge. So I continued to walk home, through the parking lot, arching my neck to get a sight, and when the apartments were blocking the way, I even ran a bit.
They were spiraling above and behind the swimming pool of my complex. As if waiting for something. But you could see, if you looked closely enough, there were a handful of birds that were leaving the group each rotation, until about a dozen or so were left.
Then they all took off.
It wasn't a V, not like in Fly Away Home (1996). They weren't geese, I think. But they were beautiful, nonetheless. White, but at first I thought they were crows (that's another story - I hadn't seen the crows at all that day).
So they flew, and I continued to watch because the signal was already green and I wouldn't have a chance to cross the street, but onward they did not go. They began to spiral again.
And if you could see them, you could see the flock next to them, also spiraling.
Migration? Maybe. Pattern? I'm curious. Would I pursue? Nay.
But amazing things were happening, so I couldn't.
Maybe it was a migration? Winter's almost over. A flock of birds spiraling in the sky. Like a tornado.
As lame and poetic-wannabe as it sounds, it's true. They spiraled above the trees, I saw as I crossed the bridge. So I continued to walk home, through the parking lot, arching my neck to get a sight, and when the apartments were blocking the way, I even ran a bit.
They were spiraling above and behind the swimming pool of my complex. As if waiting for something. But you could see, if you looked closely enough, there were a handful of birds that were leaving the group each rotation, until about a dozen or so were left.
Then they all took off.
It wasn't a V, not like in Fly Away Home (1996). They weren't geese, I think. But they were beautiful, nonetheless. White, but at first I thought they were crows (that's another story - I hadn't seen the crows at all that day).
So they flew, and I continued to watch because the signal was already green and I wouldn't have a chance to cross the street, but onward they did not go. They began to spiral again.
And if you could see them, you could see the flock next to them, also spiraling.
Migration? Maybe. Pattern? I'm curious. Would I pursue? Nay.