Yesterday morning I was out with Roxy (my dog) so she could do "her business" and I was standing at the end of the driveway when I heard a sound behind me. The Sun was rising with a light fog hanging in the air and there was just enough light for me to make out the Wood Stork that was about to pass overhead at less than 50 feet. The sound I heard in that morning calm was the sound of the air rushing past the stork's feathers with each beat of its wings.

Maybe I'm weird, but I think it kicks ass.