I love watching pelicans fly. And maybe I’ve seen one too many animated films, but they strike me as goofy, and I can easily imagine them chatting away with a Disney princess or cartoon hero.
My seven-year-old sighs wistfully when she sees a pelican, or any bird, fly by. “I wish I could fly, Mom.”
Her little sister echoes in agreement. “Yeah, me too. I wish I could fly, Mom.”
Needless to say, I usually join in, “Yeah, me too. Wouldn’t that be cool?”
We’ve had our fair share of, “If I were a bird…” conversations. Where would we fly, what kind of bird we would be, and though I tease them that I would obviously be a graceful, sophisticated bird, like a swan, ha, ha, ha, I think Audrey and Sabrina would disagree.
In fact, Audrey just came home from school a few days ago telling me how silly her music teacher is. I said, “Really?” And she said, “Yeah, he’s goofy– just like you, Mom!”
That’s my word for pelicans.
So much for being a swan. Of course, there’s just something about a pelican. And I really do like watching them fly. So maybe, if I were a bird, I’d be a pelican… 😉