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A Personal Journey...
... Of Surviving the Wilderness
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“All righty then, let’s get our wings to flappin’ and get out of here,” Red chirped.

With that, both birds took off and headed for the open sky.

As they rose above the knoll the little wren felt the wind rush through her feathers and there - there was the ocean and the beach and over there, the meadow, where she was born. It was there, all there! She was home again.

"Hey, look who is back,” exclaimed a passing bird, “it's the little wren!”  Within moments the sky was full of birds flying by saying "hello" and "nice to see you again.”  

The one that pleased her the most was the Robin she had been chasing that terrible day, “I'm glad you are all right, we missed you.”

The little wren was so happy she couldn't help herself and did a triple loop d'loop in celebration.

She swooped down and caught up to Red - not behind him, but beside him, where she could see where she was going.

“You know,” she sang, “you are right, a bird needs to fly!”
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Into the Sky
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