Start with the flyover
I shouldn’t drone on about the role of the homonym. Let’s start with bees. And drones. I would be unable to pick one out in a crowed hive, but I believe they exist. Next.
When I was young, I learned that an essential element of a set of bagpipes was the drone. I watched people tune them, so they must be musical. Consider me as unconvinced. And no, I don’t own a set of pipes, which keeps my family and friends in a zen state of mind.
Third time around. Flying drones. Nothing to do with bees. At various intervals, I have seen this propery from above. Drone action. For anyone that wants to know how a bird sees your lawn, call in the drone force. Again, I don’t own a drone. I’m sure I could crash one. Dramatically. Does it hurt when you land, hard?
Think of the possibilities. I imagine a short movie, shot with a drone, with a drone as the key element in the soundtrack. Guest appearances by local drone (bees). We could win awards.
It won’t happen right away. I still have to sort out the collected video clips, and then learn how to edit. I don’t want to drone on. Maybe I’ll leave this as a potential for the future.
Did anything else happen today? Well, we had visitors. Tiny people with futures. Older people that watch over the tiny people. A trip of dog, some as old as the stones in the field. At least we have not had any runaways, so far. And if we did, we could do chase sequences, employing a drone. That could be the sequel.
