The Arctic Tern Who Took the Long Way
A young Arctic tern named Wick hatched on a gravel beach near the top of the world, where the summer sun barely set. When autumn came and the days began to shorten, the adult terns lifted into the sky and turned south, and Wick followed them, although he grumbled about it the whole way.
He complained to an old tern named Marrow that it was absurd to fly past warm beaches and fat, silver fish and keep going regardless, and he demanded to know why they had to travel to the very bottom of the planet. Marrow did not answer directly. She told him only to keep flying and to watch carefully what he passed.
Wick watched. He saw whales rise through foam, long coasts glowing at sunrise, and storms that rolled across the open ocean like gray mountains. He rested on rolling swells and fed on little fishes where cold currents met warm ones, and as weeks turned into months, his wings grew stronger with every mile.
At last, the terns reached the far southern waters, where the summer sun was shining and food was everywhere. Wick realized that the beaches he had passed would have been bare and frozen by now, and that the whole long route had carried him from one season of plenty to another.
"You were right," he told Marrow, a little sheepishly.
"I rarely say it," she replied, "but a long way is not always a wasted way. Sometimes the journey is the thing that makes the bird."
When spring returned, Wick turned north with new confidence, eager to see everything again.