High above the trees, wings flapping, and a sensation of freedom so unique that any other living species would be envious if they knew. Not to mention, the view was spectacular. In the distance, a mountain range stretched across the horizon. The shining white peaks glistened in the sunlight as if someone had scattered copious amounts of diamonds. Bert concentrated on keeping his gaze upon the blinding reflection ahead to avoid looking down. Whatever he did, he would not look down.
“I can do this,” he told himself over and over again, keeping his eyes sternly pointed ahead. Why did he always have to fly anyway? His family could just as well visit him. It was unfair, just because his nest was smaller. They could all hang out near the lake with the old castle. With the newly built snack bar on the edge of the lake, they even had a free buffet. The best part: he could have walked there. But no, here he was flying high enough to avoid the wind turbines.
“Eventually, you’ve got to look down, mate,” a crow grinned.
“No, I don’t,” he squinted.
“How do you know you’re not landing on a cat?”
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