By the posture, bent legs, I knew he was taking off. I was ready, almost.
However, at the last second he leaned to his right in the complete wrong direction.
The wind was not working for him.
The breeze kept pushing him towards the bank and trees, and of course me.
He wasn’t new at this though. Totally ignoring me he came downward and turned quickly.
He actually wanted the trees over my head.
At that point all I could do was listen while he pulled at branches overhead to get the perfect stick.