Learning to Fly
A little while back - well maybe more than that - a baby magpie became part of my farm.
The most challenging, and fun, part of bringing up a baby magpie is flying. Getting into the air is not so hard: you just have to run, flap your arms and jump.
Sadly, I was not much help with some of the finer points, like turning, or landing.
Eventually, after a couple of crashes, she got the hang of it. She remembered the crashes, and so do i: every one of them. First time she got off the ground, she flew directly towards a fibro wall... I remember her looking at me just before she hit. Fortunately she bounced. Later on, she tried to teach me to turn, but I never got the hang of it. When she finally learnt (mainly from watching galahs, I think) she moved so fast. I remember sitting on the veranda of a little farmhouse out high in a remote valley near Wee Jasper watching her diving through the trees.
Magpies eventually grow up and go have their own families. While I was always introduced to her kids, she never asked me to help teach them to fly.