Cerulean Cape creep eastward

Travel came easy for the bird, who could clear massive areas using the thoroughfare of sky; rising with wings outstretched or wheeling above sunlit columns of hotter air at midday. 

It was rare for her to fly in the morning while half-asleep, especially as winter continued its descent upon the wilderness. The cold was no issue for her - she was born to it and made to survive the depths of winter - but the shifting air currents this far south were something to contend with.

She had been swept out to sea by these winds, you see. And now as the owl coasted on the sea winds she fought to return to the coast, or at least sought the landforms that were closest to her, hovering just out of reach. The trees could offer her some place to settle for a few hours, if only the winds behaved long enough.