For some reason, the image of this little bird resonates with me today. Amongst the roaring storm, with no end to the difficult time in sight, the seemingly minuscule bird was determined to cut through the wind and fire to reach her destiny in fading light.

It all of sudden reminds me of another brave little bird in Iceland. Do you think our human’s fascination with flying is somehow rooted in the admiration in these tough little flying creatures?

I was going to show a sequel to my “eyes in Porto, Portugal” post and I digressed. I really hope you don’t mind. This tough little bird needs a sip of margarita before facing a world of storm again.