Friday, April 6, 2012

Flight, forlorn and fog. Edgar's First Flight

Edgar flapped his wings ready to soar like his big brother.  Monty flew high when he leaped from his warm cozy nest, his wings spread wide.  Edgar watched him hoping he could be as brave.  He stood up fluffed his feathers, then perched on the edge of the nest, ready to take flight.

"Okay, I can do this.  Don't be a chicken, I can do this."

He closed his eyes and stepped off the edge, but he didn't soar high like his big brother, he started falling towards the hard rocky ground.  He opened his eyes and found himself swirling in a nose-dive.  Instead of a deep blue sky, he saw brown. 

Before he hit the ground, his father swooped above him and reached out with his talons, grabbing him by the back of his neck and between his shoulders and carried him safely to his warm home. 

"Edgar, honey," Mom said, "you can try again tomorrow.  Eagles sometimes take a few tries to get it right."

 Dad harrumphed, and said, "You need to keep your eyes open next time, son, and flap your wings.  We can exercise tomorrow, before you try again."

"Yes, Daddy." Edgar was so glad to be safe at home, but sad he was not able to fly like his brother, Monty.

Monty landed back on the ledge of their home,  laughing, "Wow, man, did you see me.  That was so awesome."  He knuckled bumped his talons with his dad. 

"Very good son, maybe you could give your brother here some pointers."  Dad turned and flew out of the home. 

Poor forlorn Edgar tossed and turned all night worrying about his flight trials again.  Next morning came too soon, but when Edgar sat up, he knew his day would be wonderful.  Fog had encased the whole area.  There would be no flying today.  He rose in a great mood, happy he was safe at home.






4 comments:

Katy Anderson said...

I think this was a great, cute story! I loved it!
~Katy

Sarah Pearson said...

Awww poor Edgar. Once he gets it he'll wonder what he was ever worrying about :-)

Kern Windwraith said...

I love the idea of eagles knuckle bumping talons! Poor little Edgar and his flying woes--I'm so happy for him that the fog rolled in. :)

Kathy Collier said...

Thank you all for your comments. I enjoyed writing it. I'm trying to switch up what I write.