Those magnificent men, in their flying machines...some of them air cadets, others who are long-toothed veterans of war in the air.
Quite simply, the most sophisticated and pound for pound most dangerous vehicle in the skies of the Cosmic Era
A town has a festival every year in the dead of winter. The festival of birds. The towns folk dress in feathery robes and beaked masks and dance and frolic in the belief that the changes of the seasons are controlled by the presence of birds. According to tradition, the festival tricks Spring into coming early because the birds have returned.