On the morning of the fourth day of the motorcycle trip, we took a route heading south to Billings, Montana. A cold front had pushed the heat wave east, deeper into the midwest and the back side of the wave, it seemed that the Westerlies were pushing hard to get to the Atlantic Ocean to cool off. As we rode, sometimes at a near forty-five degree angle to compensate against the continuously strong winds, we would ride across a bridge that stretched across a stream, or even a dry gully. At these places, Barn Swallows, or Purple Martians; who would typically be performing acrobatic flying, and chase sequences from the movie, “Top Gun” would begin their take off procedures.
They would have forward momentum until they got as high as the weed tops beside the road until they began to catch the force of the wind, then it was as if they were in hover mode. I had never noticed that a bird could make facial expressions until that day. Some would give me a confused, perhaps even a concerned look, while others would shrug their birdy shoulders as if to say, “This is crazy!”
However, they all got the real scared/excited look when they made it over the weed tops where the wind shot them down range like they were fired from a bazooka. It was like the bird equivalent of an amusement park. I wasn’t sure, but from the sound of their shrieks and nervous laughter, I think they liked it!