This is something I find totally amazing.

The Flight of Birds!

I was standing at the train station this morning, totally bored outa my wits.  I'd just missed the 8:15am and had to wait for the 8:35am to the city.  Anyways, I'm watching these three sparrows playing on the platform.  One of the leaps off, soars low over the tracks and alights perfectly in one of the tiny holes in the chicken wire fence on the other side.  Now the hole he landed in was lucky to go around him.  I couldn't believe it.  He hadn't flapped his wings, hadn't adjusted his pitch or speed, but he landed perfectly in the hole without a quiver.  I was stunned.  How do they do it?

Come to think of it, it's probably the most profound thought I've been faced with all week, and also one of the most relaxing.