Right on the edge of humanity and zoo-manity a plane and a flock of birds tangoed and the only casualty (casualties) was/were the birds. The pilot got the plane to land on the Hudson River and all the passengers got out safely and were picked up by NYC/NJ ferries.
The birds are in the engine somewhere, roasted not for dinner. This was LaGuardia Airport near the East River, Flushing Bay, and not far from Long Island Sound. Right near JFK Airport is the Jamaica Bay Wildlife Refuge. I once did a boat trip to see the feathered creatures who live there. New York City Audubon Society sponsored the trip. You pass a lot of industrial stuff along the way but eventually get to see Great Blue Herons and Great White Herons and Cormorants and Night Herons and Osprey and Oystercatchers and more more more.
You can't help but wonder, while cruising past their quaint grassy marshlands, what in the world they're thinking about us in the boat, about the rest of the huge heavyweight water traffic and about those giant birds of metal soaring above with a call that resembles a thunderstorm.
Like the Jets and the Sharks....two opposing teams on either side of the street looking at each other wondering who's going to start the rumble first.
But no one wants to start a rumble.
The airport tries to stay clear of birds. And the birds try to stay clear of airport.
More on this next time. Just what kind of staying clear is going on?
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