The wind is getting up, again. 75 mph winds predicted. It’s quite exposed here. What amazes me the most, at this moment anyway, is how the birds seem to manage to negotiate it. From the tiniest to the largest (which is quite a difference round here) they take to the skies. Because they have to to survive. What masters of the air they are! I see them flashing past the windows at speed, carried by the wind, focussed on riding it and arriving at the destination they set out for. That’s quite some skill.
A couple of winters ago I saw a seagull airsurfing. He stayed in the same position, aloft, for ages, making tiny minor adjustments to his wings and body to stay there. Then, he misjudged and the wind took him. What was especially interesting was that he circled around and came back to the same spot, to repeat the experience, which he did for some time. He was as expert a surfer as any of those who ride the sea there, and it’s one of the most challenging and dangerous beaches in Cornwall.
This reveals two things to me:
1 We underestimate other creatures, by a long way. Or perhaps better stated we overestimate ourselves.
2 Times are windy, stormy. We cannot avoid that reality. But how do we deal with it? Do we do our best to learn the art of difficult flight? Or resort to other behaviours which seem, from this perspective, delusional and harmful?