It took me walking all the way to Green Place today to see a boodalung swim up closer, then look over. I stood on the jetty and took off my glasses so we could see each other eye to eye. I sang to him a little. And then he opened slowly up his wings, and propelled himself forward, his wings moving out and his feet kicking underneath the water. One flap, one foot scoop with both feet together, tugging at the water, then another flap, another double-footed scoop, then another and another, growing lighter, growing faster, and he was up, up, boodalung the pelican up—just above the water, flapping, then a pause and a glyde, going even lower, his belly almost touching the water, then more flaps, and more gliding and gone between the boats towards other shorelines. 

Such will unfolding.