[I climbed] back up Cerro Tijeretas just before 5 to take my private box seat for the frigate bird ballet. They started onesy twosy and quickly built to a heart-stopping 50 minute show of circling and swooping above, below and all around me, eventually taking their nesting positions for the evening. Sometimes there were as many as 15 to 20 in the air.
”They welcome your visitor with a bit of the suburban familiar while you unfold your wildness. It works every time.”
While I was quite sure he was there for me, he needed to call Adam to ask him whether he should pick up Adam’s mother. No point explaining that I’m not his mother and I’m surely not offended, but I guess on the other end of the phone they did want to clarify that I was a friend and not a mother.
I’m screaming around the circular airport drive to find a spot to get rid of this car and I’ve almost made the full circle. I’ll just follow this guy into the employee parking lot. I sneak in on his card swipe–a charmed life.