Perched on one foot, then not… changeable, birds are. It can be hard to pinpoint them on the map. They sit, then flex, then fly, then sit and flex until... One gust and they’re gone.
[[Just point->Just Point]]
[[Look up->Look up]]
[[Sit down->Sit down]]
On other days the mossy bank is frozen solid and jutted by rocks.
Today the rocks are strung
together by slips of green moss.
And the birds [[dip->Look up]]and [[swoop->Sit down]].You are (link-reveal: "North.") [ Cold. Free, stretching out towards the horizon.] The bay in front of you is potted with pristine green clumps of land. The air smells like salt and it's crisp, like short sharp flicks of [[frost->tendrils]], tickling your lungs.
They could be anywhere, drifting left, then not.
But it’s not about the catch.
They’re here and so you stick your lens facing
up to the [[sky->Summer]].
One click is all you need and
still that’s not it. 100 flaps for 100 clicks,
1000 snaps for 100 chicks, 10 000 posts for 10 000 flaps
and [[still you can't catch them->Sit down]].
Double-click to [[go back->Ruffled]].
On perches, fences, roofs,
electricity wires, poles, even [[hands->Sit down]].[[Overhead->Winter]].