The Kākāpō doesn’t Fly

At 35,000 feet, the world is expansive, surreal. The orange-tinted clouds are a giant carpet, a powder blanket on which the airplane glides effortlessly. But more than the ethereal vastness, the Kākāpō that surveys me through the Plexiglas intrigues me. That rare, flightless Aotearoan treasure, its owl-parrot face a conundrum.   I recognize it from […]

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