Flying high in the air is tough work. Everyday is always the same. What should I look at today? Blue sky. No wait cloud. Blue sky and one Stratocumulus perlucidus cloud. What else is there to look at flying around like this all the time? Oh yeah, looky there, down there.
No wait, a fish too! Yum, I'm a bird, I love fish. To eat.
Dive Dive Dive. I'm goin' Im goin', faster faster faster. I'm zooming so fast towards that large body of Blue water. closing in my wings, I look like a feather covered missile.
-meanwhile on a boat a few hundred feet from you a sailer resembling a shaggy haired shoe salesman who left his sweet wife, sold his shoe selling rights for a little fishing boat and set of to sail the ocean blue slowly says, with a hard meager-brained lisp "I think thats a little missile". He then returns to mopping up fish guts off the deck of his boat regretting his shift in professions.