Solo Flight, collage/acrylic, 5 x 7, Elizabeth W. Seaver
Dorcas wasn't ready for Fall migration. She had too many things to do. The flock was going to have to leave without her on their way south for the winter.
"You know how it is, General Snortfeathers," Dorcas explained to her flight commander two days before takeoff. "I am rushed off my aching webbed feet trying to get the last class of ducklings ready to leave. Then, I have to clean out the refrigerator and sweep the down out of the corners to leave my nest just like I want to find it next Spring. Remember what happened this year? I got back to find the grackles in residence!"
Dorcas gave a shudder and shook out her tail feathers. "THAT'S not happening again!"
"It's highly irregular, Dorcas. We rarely leave one of our leaders behind," the old bird replied gruffly.
"I'll be fine." she answered firmly as she bustled out the door. "You all just get started, and I'll catch up. I'm in good shape after teaching six Basics of Flight classes this summer. If we have a bumper crop of fledglings next year like we had this year, you're going to have to hire another instructor!"
General Snortfeathers shook his head as he watched her waddle away.
"I hope she takes time to stop by and get the flight plan from Major Whistle," the General quacked quietly to himself, "Or we're going to have to hire TWO instructors next year."
To be continued