There was something sad and beautiful in the evening sky as I drove home tonight. Two flocks of birds darted fluently in the sky, and then became one flock, then back to two again. The cause of all this movement was a hawk trying to penetrate the shield that the birds became in order to protect whatever bird the hawk was after. It was amazing to see. First, above me out the front window, then getting smaller and smaller in the rear view mirror, as I kept driving.
It was sad to think a bird might lose it's life.
It was beautiful to see the birds working together, protecting each other, and fighting for each other with everything that they had.
I never saw the ending of the story. But, to me the real story is how they came together and worked as one. A beautiful scene of birds that I can't and don't want to get out of my head.
It was sad to think a bird might lose it's life.
It was beautiful to see the birds working together, protecting each other, and fighting for each other with everything that they had.
I never saw the ending of the story. But, to me the real story is how they came together and worked as one. A beautiful scene of birds that I can't and don't want to get out of my head.
