Hello there. When I woke up still feeling sorry for myself I was appalled.

To wallow in misery and loneliness is a terrible thing.

Slapping myself in the face didn't work this time either.

Well, when even self induced face slaps won't lift your spirits there is only one thing that can.

You know it: a hunt!

I recalled seeing a sand wake in my delirious dancing the other day. A creature big and strong enough to burrow through sand and leave a wake of that size would be excellent prey. Just the right level of fun and stupid dangerous I need today.

Taking flight again I set out to find the trail of my beastie breakfast. Sadly, sand shifts around alot. Finding any sort of trace in the desert is really hard.

I don't even know what to look for, if the beastie just stays still I could fly right overhead and not even notice. Giving it a thunk I asked myself what caused it to move in the first place last time?

Fire? Or maybe heat would be better. Well if my breakfast doesnt like heat then why does it live in the desert?

No matter. I plop gracefully onto a dunetop and take a gander about.

Sand.

Sand.

Sand.

And sand.

Huh. That was helpful.

Giving up on actually tracking a subterranean critter with my pretty much non-existent tracking skills I wiggle and wriggle my arms into the sand. Pushing and squirming against the toasty loose grains until I'm shoulder deep. That took a while. The plan was to check dune by dune for the critter with fire.

So I pushed all the tingles in me as hard as I can out of my hands.

WHUMPF!!!

Haha, I blew up again. Its been a while! Gouts of fire and dust swirl into the air as I find my self deposited a ways away from the blast zone.

The good news way that I suffered no permanent damage whatsoever, so I am unlikely to learn anything from this.

The bad news is I got sand in my mouth, eyes, nose, ears, and pretty much everywhere else.

On another positive note the massive hole I inadvertently made is slowly filling with water. The sight of that lovely liquid reminded me of a very vital fact. I hadn't had anything to drink in days.

Later, as I groaned in dispair of my lack of self control that led to me having a bloated tummy and rampant nausea, I Walked further into the sands.

After going over and down and over and down and over and down more and more sand dunes I had kind of started to zone out altogether. Nothing was even attacking me today! Whats a guy got to do to get attacked by lunch these days?

As I was questioning the vicious nature of the world I felt some thing surprising. Cool shade. Looking up I saw what I first thought to be a weird cloud. A second, more bugeyed, look showed me the truth.

Birds, filling up the sky itself. I watched as the horizons were blotted out by their flying forms, swooping and gliding about on white wings. The majesty and wonder that the sheer size and constant movement impressed on me lingered even after two less acrobatic fellows crashed into each other.

I wandered over to the crash site dune to check for survivors.

Lunch was bird.

I spent the rest of the day seated atop that sand dune. Dodging droppings and occasionally snagging a meal on wings.

They were so silent.

The only sound they gave off was that of flapping wings and feathers stroking the air.

The sight of silent and agile flight was truly mesmerizing, and it was with some regret that I saw them off into that oh so familiar and distant horizon as the sun fell. I didn't even think about what a flock of that size was doing here until they had gone. Wandering over to the epicenter of the bird poo and feathers I saw what drew them in.

The remains of a massive creature. All that was left were some bones and gristle, but I am willing to bet I found the beastie that I had set out to find today.

I could stand unhindered inside the ribs of the massive carcass. Which is pretty cool.

It took a while to get away from the smell of rotting meat and bird dook, and a little more time to scrub the remains off of my feet on the sand.

Today was a good day.

Goodnight.