Taking flight

At the beach the other day, a flock of tiny little birds lined the water. They hopped along on one foot; waiting for the ocean to wash some tasty snacks their way. It was definitely strength in numbers. They depended on each other to look out for anyone or anything getting too close to them. If one decided to move north up the beach, one by one, they would all move north. If they could get closer to the breaking waves, they would all hop their way into the water. If one decided danger was too close, one would begin to fly and then they would all follow suit. They took cues from each other and trusted their next move within the group.

We all find strength in numbers. So here's to my flock: Thanks for letting me fly with you.

-M