They flew overhead like an all black squadron, going back and forth as if they were doing relays.
And how quiet they were in their perfect formation, making me wonder, why they were there at 6:30 a.m. on a not-so-c0ld, December day.
Were they having a meeting, trying to decide where to go? North? South? To their country house in the Caribbean?
I couldn’t help feeling sorry for them, remembering that global warming is not just an Al Gore soundbite…it’s very real, and happening right now, while we act as if it doesn’t matter.
Nature, along with myself, will beg to differ on that score.
If The World Wildlife Fund sends me one more picture of a polar bear sitting on an ice cube, I’m going to pull out my hard drive.
I don’t know what to do besides recycling trash and sending checks, but maybe I need to crow about it, just a little more often, as one flies, so to speak… or 50.