What's The Word, Bird? Fine Feathered Friends Soar on the Street

It's a convivial if embarrassing juxtaposition when you witness a bird in flight in this brutish man-made city environment, so unrefined are all of our efforts next to his. He rewards us with a song or a soaring performance in air, and despite our heavy slow selves anchored to this pavement, we shield the sun with our hand and follow him with our eyes, paying some respect for his gift and his splendor. Mata Ruda. Detail. (photo © Jaime Rojo) Another crosses his path mid-air. Her wings are so te...