Flight of fancy
Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 10:27 am
SEAGULL: FLIGHT FANTASTIC
Legend has it that R. J. Mitchell was inspired by the flying of seagulls when he designed the Spitfire. That’s quite easy to believe when you see the aerodynamic shape of their bodies, the perfectly retracting undercarriage and the wonderful, graceful manoeuvres they perform – the epitome of evolution of ‘the fittest’.
I often watch them; sometimes I fantasise about what it would be like to be a seagull, to fly like that, to soar as high as the clouds, to skim over the waves, to wheel and spin in great curves or tight turns.
They are remarkable creatures; they can fly, they can walk on the land, they can float on water, they have it all and I don’t suppose they have the brains to realise or appreciate their abilities.
If I were a seagull I’d cruise all around the coast of this country, seeing it from high above (a bird’s eye view!) and getting down to ground level for special things. The freedom would be glorious, not confined to roads or by hedges or fences. Think of the distances a bird can cover! I’d cross the seas and visit other countries. The world would be open to me.
That’s if I had my own brain, still, of course, to make the decisions and enjoy being a bird. ‘course, the down-side is that even a bird has to eat and it’s not nice to think of what seagulls eat. They tend to be scavengers; I wouldn’t want to be pecking at dead things or stuff people had dropped in the streets and as for fish and sea-food! My favourite dislike!
Sometimes I think I’d change my choice and be a swallow instead ‘cause they’re pretty nifty – swept wing, high speed and aerobatic. But they live on insects and I don’t fancy that much either.
Perhaps I’ll be an eagle. Slower, more deliberate but majestic. Then I could avoid insects or fish, but I’d have to get used to eating my meat extremely rare, and really I prefer it well cooked. Oh well, I can still dream.
Legend has it that R. J. Mitchell was inspired by the flying of seagulls when he designed the Spitfire. That’s quite easy to believe when you see the aerodynamic shape of their bodies, the perfectly retracting undercarriage and the wonderful, graceful manoeuvres they perform – the epitome of evolution of ‘the fittest’.
I often watch them; sometimes I fantasise about what it would be like to be a seagull, to fly like that, to soar as high as the clouds, to skim over the waves, to wheel and spin in great curves or tight turns.
They are remarkable creatures; they can fly, they can walk on the land, they can float on water, they have it all and I don’t suppose they have the brains to realise or appreciate their abilities.
If I were a seagull I’d cruise all around the coast of this country, seeing it from high above (a bird’s eye view!) and getting down to ground level for special things. The freedom would be glorious, not confined to roads or by hedges or fences. Think of the distances a bird can cover! I’d cross the seas and visit other countries. The world would be open to me.
That’s if I had my own brain, still, of course, to make the decisions and enjoy being a bird. ‘course, the down-side is that even a bird has to eat and it’s not nice to think of what seagulls eat. They tend to be scavengers; I wouldn’t want to be pecking at dead things or stuff people had dropped in the streets and as for fish and sea-food! My favourite dislike!
Sometimes I think I’d change my choice and be a swallow instead ‘cause they’re pretty nifty – swept wing, high speed and aerobatic. But they live on insects and I don’t fancy that much either.
Perhaps I’ll be an eagle. Slower, more deliberate but majestic. Then I could avoid insects or fish, but I’d have to get used to eating my meat extremely rare, and really I prefer it well cooked. Oh well, I can still dream.