We Don't Fly Much These Days

Roo-kai flies high above the southern suburbs.

He is looking for a marina, to turn right at.

He sees no marina. 

But he does see the sea.

He heads for it. Lands on the sand.

What luck. There is an oystercatcher over there, poking about in the shallows

He goes over.

Hello.

Hello.

Any good molluscs?

A few.

Is there a marina anywhere in this vicinity?

No. But there is one up north.

Which way is north, if you don't mind me asking? I'm not from here.

I can tell by your accent. French is it?

I've come over from Brittany, as a parrot.

Did you have one of those parrot passports?

You know about them?

We all do. Only some of us have them. We don't fly much these days.

I assume you mean, in an aircraft.

Ha ha, yes. Brittany you say? Do you know Saint Roley?

Mon dieu! We all know Saint Roley. In Brittany, we constantly search for his brother.

Do you really? That is comforting to know.

How do you know Saint Roley?

I don't know him personally. I only know of him. He was recently spotted on Kangaroo Island, where he set up with a female called Porntip, but the egg they produced was destroyed by a four wheel drive vehicle, and they broke up soon after.

Tragic. Where is he now?

Not been seen for a while. Perhaps you'll encounter him on your travels. 

Perhaps. Which way is north?

That way.

Then I have been flying in the wrong direction

Keep your eye on the sun. It sets over the ocean. So you know that is west.

Thanks, brother.

Good luck. I hope you find the marina.

Thank you. But the marina is not my destination. I turn right when I get there.

Heading where? 

The Techport facility at Osborne.

I hope you are not a French spy.

Of course not. 

Look! A mollusc. Why don't you have it.

Thanks. (Chomp chomp). Nice to meet you. Goodbye.