Nova the magnificent "bird" flew, hoping to find a new home, a new life, a new beginning. She flew, knowing it might be her last flight.

Nova the magnificent "bird" flew, hoping to find a new home, a new life, a new beginning. She flew, knowing it might be her last flight.

"Nova, the magnificent bird, knew she was one of the last ones, one of the few who still followed the ancient instinct, the call of the seasons, the "cycle of life."

She had seen the corpses of her kin, the ones who had fallen victim to the traps, the guns, the predators, the diseases. She had seen the fear in the eyes of the survivors, the ones who had lost their mates, their offspring, their hope.

She had seen the corpses of her kin, the ones who had fallen victim to the traps, the guns, the predators, the diseases. She had seen the fear in the eyes of the survivors, the ones who had lost their mates, their offspring, their hope.

The Last Flight. Nova, the magnificent bird, knew it was time to go.

The Last Flight. Nova, the magnificent bird, knew it was time to go.

a painting of a bird flying over a waterfall

a painting of a bird flying over a waterfall

"The Last Flight. Nova, the magnificent bird, knew it was time to go.