This year’s crop of young purple martins have now left to join the flock. For the past few weeks, we’ve watched them fly. It is perfectly clear that they experience pure joy in being able to fly. They go round and round, flying into the wind up to the big oak tree so they can clear the top and be tossed higher by the updraft wind deflected by the tree. Around and around. Not eating, just playing in the wind.
This year’s crop of young purple martins have now left to join the flock. For the past few weeks, we’ve watched them fly. It is perfectly clear that they experience pure joy in being able to fly. They go round and round, flying into the wind up to the big oak tree so they can clear the top and be tossed higher by the updraft wind deflected by the tree. Around and around. Not eating, just playing in the wind.