Today, Nigel takes action. Rufus cheers as Nigel plunges twenty feet in a flying nosedive, like a powerless airplane, headfirst into the in-coming tide. His pouch abruptly hinges from the top of his bill, opens and deploys like a parachute full of, not air, but seawater. Nigel’s head jerks sideways. Splat! His gigantic seven-foot outstretched wings squarely hit the hard flat surface of Commencement Bay like a belly flop into a pool.
Seawater fills Nigel’s pouch until it’s the size of a huge volleyball. The inflated load of water tugging his neck. Stunned! Nigel bobs in the tide, as if he was a bob-float on a fishing line when a fish takes the bait and swims to escape.
Nigel’s Big Dive
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