![]() ![]() Why he was foolishly climbing the cliff a second time was another question he kept asking himself. All of the other avian species he knew had hatched their young and headed north already. ![]() ![]() Why the blasted birds nested so high on the cliff, and so late in the spring, he could never determine. ![]() The last thing he needed at the moment was burning eyes and blurred vision.Ī few dozen feet above him, was the wide, flat shelf they called the “Lip.” Once he was there, he could lie down, stretch out his aching body, and relax his muscles before continuing up into the nesting shelves to gather the precious hawkling eggs he sought. He was more than three hundred feet above a rocky canyon floor. His body was still sore and raw from yesterday’s climb, but he could not afford to stop and rest. No one had attempted the climb two days in a row before. Scaling the towering, nesting cliff for the second time was far harder than he had expected it to be. Gerard Skyler used his free arm to wipe the sweat from his brow before it had a chance to drip into his eyes. If you enjoy this read, please tell a friend or blog a review. I would like to thank Cliff Ball for help with the initial edit, Derek Prior for the much needed proofread/edit, and author and photoshop guru Curt Schimmel, webmaster of and for the great work on the cover image. ![]()
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