Birds confound me. Somehow, by one accord, an entire flock of birds will rise as one, and without direction or hesitation, they form a giant “V” and head for whatever new location is silently calling to them. They never argue about who’s going to lead, yet somehow, one bird always ends up at the front of their aerial wedge. A bird that was dead last yesterday might be leading the flight today. The other birds don’t mind, and the new leader seems to do just as well as all those who came before.
There’s probably a lesson to be learned there, but it’s one I doubt humans will ever bother to appreciate.
– Allan Lacoste
Bird Buddies
