Solo

The young sparrows, having received their flying lessons from Mom and Dad, are flying solo today. Unsure, clumsy and ever hesitant they make their final approaches into deck rails, windows, tree branches and even the ground with limited success.

Flocking instincts run deep as they collectively tumble into landing spots and each other. Their skills not quite ready to match their wills, they soar past the intended branch, crashing into the leaf-filled safety net of an old maple tree. Looking a bit confused, but head held high, they try again and again. With each attempt the skill levels increase. Soon, failed attempts improve into controlled crashes.

More flare, less speed, turn with the tail feathers coordinated with the wings, into the wind and steer away from glass of any kind. Soar up, drift down, push off with the legs and remember that some things move when landed upon. Balance, coordinate and then .... FLY!

Phil Miller

photo from internet, anon.