Where are the others? (honk)
They'd stopped along their migration route to rest on a shallow lake in a golf course. Lou was mesmerized by the golf balls collected on the bottom, glowing like smooth stones. He dove under to have a look and when he surfaced, his flock had gone.
Lou's webbed foot nearly slips into a snake hole. He flaps his wings in panic. There are rattlers out here here and other venomous creatures. Scorpions. Black Window spiders. Scaly yellow and black Gila Monsters with flicking, forked tongues.
He tries to coach himself, like Sharon would do. "Lou, honey, keep track of landmarks. Blue plastic thing. Half a brick. Make a left at the tallest Saguaro cactus. No, honey--your other left. " (honk, honk, honk).
If only it wasn't so hot. Lou's head is spinning and he can no longer tell right from left, and up from down. He topples onto the ground with his chest heaving. It's the end. The Gila Monsters will get him and he and Sharon haven't even begun nesting yet.
Then he hears the flock, somewhere close and calling for him.