It’s always unwise to chase migrating birds, as they’re on a tight budget and can’t afford to waste time or energy breaking formation to run from us. Far better from every perspective to simply follow along at a respectful distance, let them navigate, and enjoy the show. Also, pilots should know to never fly directly under birds of any species, because their first defensive instinct is to dive.  While these courtesies are easy enough to observe in most cases, sometimes it’s tempting to rationalize an exception…

I was giving a double ride here at Crystal one day, happy couple squoze in back, when we sighted a squadron of pelicans soaring along their migratory route. (Yes, squadron is the collective noun for pelicans.) These huge water birds soar across our section of the Mojave each year, heading NW in spring and SE in autumn, seldom flapping a wing as they mark lines of lift along the way.  Glistening white with black tips, they have a span of nearly 10 feet, and can weigh over 20 pounds. Of all the marvels I’ve witnessed in the sky, soaring near a hundred of these creatures may be the most entrancing.

Off to the side of this group we found one individual pelican flying alone, and wanted a better look. I tried to overtake it but was unable to stay up level, so as we drew close I cracked spoilers to allow plenty of room below. Twenty feet ought to be enough, I thought.

White feathers seemed to fill the sky ahead – and then we saw just how maneuverable even a giant bird can be. In half a second the pelican folded its wings, rolled inverted, and then spread them again as it dove toward us. It seemed for a moment we’d have pelican draped all over our nose and leading edges, but before I could respond in any way it had shot from above to below, so viscerally close we actually felt its tail brush our wheel!

Horrified that the bird may have been injured, I snapped a turn to see. Apparently it learned something from this episode too, as we next saw it flapping hard to form back up with its mates and regain the security of numbers. If I knew how to squawk pelican I’d have begged forgiveness, instead felt blessed just to fall away in shame.

Soaring with birds is a sacred privilege and we need to remember that it’s their sky, not ours. To them we’re an anomaly, intruders at best. We must be careful not to act as invaders.


We hope you are all staying safe and healthy as we hunker down during this time of collectively staying home. We have received numerous e-mails and calls referring to the fact that flight schools may be exempt from having to stand down. Our position is that we at the Soaring Academy will not do anything that may contribute to the spread of this virus. When you hear the pleas from nurses and doctors on the front lines, begging us all to do our part and stay home-that’s what we’re going to do,  We encourage all of you to do the same!
We miss flying, we miss all of you and we miss just being at the airport! We’re working behind the scenes to educate ourselves, so that when we are able to reopen we will know exactly what protocols to enact, to keep everything and everyone safe!
Here’s what we’re recommending this week:
Book: Forever Flying: Fifty years of high flying adventures An autobiography by Bob Hoover
You can purchase this new on Amazon for $10.99
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On behalf of all of us at the Soaring Academy our hearts go out to all those impacted by COVID-19, especially the first responders and everyone who’s jobs have been impacted. We are committed to doing our part to keep the community safe, by remaining closed per federal and state guidelines. We can all make a difference right now by staying home.

You can expect to hear from us every week with our “Soaring-is-Learning” e-mail, where we will continue to provide stories and tips to add to your aviation toolbox. We’re still here to answer your questions, so feel free to e-mail us at office@soaringacademy.org

We believe that when this crises passes, people will have a new outlook on life and want to be outdoors and in the air. When that occurs, Soaring Academy will be there to support and cheer everyone on! We promise to keep you updated on our operational status as we learn more in the days and weeks ahead. We miss you all and can’t wait till we can open our doors and welcome you back at Crystal and in the air! For our friends around the world, stay safe and healthy and please know we appreciate your support. You can follow us at: www.facebook.com/SoaringAcademy and www.Instagram.com/SoaringAcademy

As always, please check out our favorite Soaring Podcast:   www.soaringthesky.com
And for fun check this out (recommended by one of our tow pilots):  https://www.fighterpilotpodcast.com/ 


We were eighty miles from home, Pedro at the controls and me doing something in the aft cockpit, eyes down. He’d been running straight along a shearline for several minutes and then abruptly began to circle. I knew where we were within a few miles without looking, but hadn’t expected him to stop until we reached Boomer Ridge. It was unusually hazy that day with tall clouds casting wide shadows on a landscape I’d always seen brightly lit. Nothing was recognizable! Turning my head against the direction of our circle intensified disorientation, and unreasoned anxiety prompted a sudden wave of nausea.

Eventually there’s a first time, pardon the cliché, for even this.

I drew one deep breath and asked Pedro to go straight for a moment, on any heading. Soon, through beads of perspiration I found a familiar crossroads and CLICK, like the turning of a lock, simple recognition transformed cold sweat into cool refreshment, and all was well again.

What amazed me was how quickly poking only one toe through the fragile deck of a mental footbridge felt like I was falling into the river – and then how little it took to restore a vital confidence that was so easily challenged.

So… Ever notice how right it feels to keep your off hand on some firm point in the cockpit, especially when you turn your head? We all do it unconsciously. It’s a natural instinct to maintain orientation, like our cousins do in trees. Same thing at the other end of the arm too, up here where converging strands of nerve tissue form a giant fatty cyst that expands to fill the cranium. Without some known reference to proceed from and potentially retreat to, rational faith in our own knowledge and perception can instantly vanish exactly when we need it most. And that must tell us something…

What does it tell us?  We may about to find out…