This morning it was raining, and after an unremarkable breakfast I went back on board my boat. On the dock that connects the mainland to the moored boats, in a small service dinghy, I found a tiny featherless chick. I picked it up gently and welcomed it aboard my boat.
And that’s how the adventure began: me, suddenly elected as a mother, and this little bird as my son.
Welcome, little creature — he immediately started eating everything imaginable. When I go to the supermarket, I find myself thinking of him too. I buy some beef, eggs, a melon, and other fruit…
He grows, and little by little he starts flapping his wings, first fluttering around inside the cabin and then, finally, sticking his beak out into his true kingdom: the sky.
