Sitting on the front doorstep at dusk, we watched the speckle of a pair of presumably eagles crossing the sky from a very high distance.
The other Acorn-inhabitant said:
"I wonder why they fly so high. Do you know?"
Without thinking much about it, I said
“Maybe they like flying high?”
Something in the dry-tone of my voice made us laugh...
I did wonder then why some birds would be happy to be very high up in the sky, and others not. For all that we know they were gliding on a wind-stream towards wherever home is.
Deep thoughts on a mellow Sunday evening smelling of rain, about the highs and lows of birds.
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