Komali still squawked like a kicked cucco, but his dismount was a tad more graceful than before and he managed that all-important first downbeat with passable grace.

And, with that first swell of air under his wings, and the resulting lift, instinct took over and Komali was hovering there, just a little under Sherry's eye-view, flapping madly and cackling, "I did it! I did it!"