After months of awkward shores,they're going home.The young albatross fledglings left behind days ago.Rave their engines on their nests, testing a forced wings and hauling wings that will power them around the world. It's time to fly or die.For Johnny rook,the casualties are merely a last chance to feast.Soon,there will be little but scapes left to sustain him to a brutal winter.The last fledglings now are making a leaper faith.Once on the wing, they may not come to shore for a decade,and then only to breed.From now on, they're migrants.Circling the sullen world ,waded to the brillant skies and sleeping a solely bounds of earth.
adj. 愠怒的,闷闷不乐的,阴沉的