I wake up early in the morning. I brush my teeth, get dressed and have breakfast. We all get ready. Out the window, I see a pied imperial-pigeon. We leave the motel, head for the airport. We leave our rented car where it is meant to be, pay, eat a burger,then go on our flight. As the plane takes off, I recall all the trip. I feel how privileged I was to see the cassowary, how privileged I was to have stayed in this place. I think about how we must visit again. And as the plane takes off, a Pacific black duck flies along the creek beside the airport, as if saying goodbye.
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