speaking of flight

I'm having a red-letter day, I am. I was out on the back porch, and there was Orphan in the pond, looking a bit like he/she was having a fit. Suddenly, in a great flurry he flapped his wings and flew! It's true he almost immediately crashed into the gladioli, but still! It was like watching Orville and Wilbur. I was so proud.

As I applauded, he picked himself up, scrabbled out of the flowers and back into the pond, swam to the side and trundled off across the lawn. I suspect that whatever he thought he was trying to do, 'flight' came as a complete surprise.

cheering on the ducks to Charlie from the album "The Boy Bands Have Won" by Chumbawamba