The first person view story of an eagle:
I open my eyes, stretch my body out a bit and breathe in the fresh morning air. It is time to find food. I give my wings a few flaps, tuck my legs in and off I go, soaring high above the trees. The morning air is still full of mist and it feels cool as it slides around my body. I kept flapping my wings until I reach a safe height to glide. As the draft carries me, the memories of my first time flying flashes before me.
Mama was clearing the nest, she said that we were growing and there is just not enough space. She threw out the feathers and leaves. Leaving a cold, hard and prickly surface for us to live in. The itchiness was just too much to bear but mama said we'll get used to it soon. I gave up sitting in the nest core, I took a walk towards the edge of the nest. I search the sky for mama but I couldn't find her. I felt her behind me, before I could turn around, I got pushed off the edge and into the ground that was a few hundred meters away. Down,down, down. I saw the ground getting closer and closer every heartbeat.
"Flap your wings!!" yelled mama. I was angry at mama, why did she have to push me off like that? Seeing the ground getting closer, I flapped, hard and fast but still nothing happened. The ground was getting closer and closer while mama was so far up above. I knew I wasn't gonna make it. So I gave up and closed my eyes.
I waited for the "BANGGGGG~~~" and "SPLATTER~~~" but none came, maybe I was dead already. I opened my eyes and all I saw was mama's head. She caught me and carried me up again. I was expecting her to put me back into the nest or maybe a branch or so. BUT NO~~ she flew up to the nest just to drop me off again.
Here we go again, I flapped and flapped and flapped but still nothing happened. Right before I hit the ground, mama swooped down and caught me again. The process was repeated 5 times. The fifth time I flapped and flapped and suddenly I was lifted up. Although I couldn't fly as beautifully as mama, I was still flying. I was a little wobbly at first but I kept it at constant and finally reached the nest, exhausted.
I snap back to the present, noticing the weather. It was going to rain soon, I had to fly low and eat up. I can fly so much better now but I have never forgotten how it felt the first time I flied.
Deuteronomy 32:11
As an eagle stirs up its nest,
Hovers over its young,
Spreading out its wings, taking them up,
Carrying them on its wings.
