18 knots of northerly wind was whistling through the trees at Airlie Beach. These two were sitting in the top of the tree with their wings feathering the wind while holding onto the branch. They did this for at least five minutes before separating and landing in another tree to repeat the game. I am not going to tell you their name – it is my hope that you might find them interesting enough to research what they are.
Having spent seven weeks as a human weather vane I have become acutely aware of wind, it’s direction and variability. In kayaks we moved so slowly that an unexpected wind could in a moment change our day, turn the ocean into a washing machine and have us running for the nearest safe beach. Marty of course with his flying background would have liked to have grown wings like these guys when the wind interrupted our plans for the day. Perhaps http://www.redwineaviators.com next time? Marty? DT
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