They’d thought him slightly off his rocker and dubbed his antics a waste of time. What sort of bird rides around on such a wheeled contraption when nest building and worm catching should be one’s priority?
To and fro the carefree bird would pedal, scarf sailing in the wind. For hours he would sometimes ride and when he tired he’d stop, flutter his wings, and dismount smoothly – turning his attention to whatever it was birds of his sort do.
It’s almost a Seuss-cycle, the kind that leaves me staring at the art trying to make pure creativity into a physically functioning machine. Futile, but fun.
Not sure if the design will catch on, but very sweet just the same.
Thanks so much for the feedback, Ian! I’m not exactly sure what you mean by “design not catching on”. Would you mind clarifying?
In my imagination the machine functions. Good thing I’m not an engineer!
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