B.C. by Mastroianni and Hart for September 03, 2023

Just remember: what goes up must come down.

He’s wingless, not brainless

let’s hope he doesn’t discover the laws of physics, just yet

Don’t look down

That’s one way to get south. A little early, but still!

Mission accomplished!

At least for a short flight. Airspeed dropping, we are losing altitude.

A man’s (hairy apteryx in this case) reach should exceed his grasp, or what’s a heaven for.

That went south fast

Grog seems to be more fond of snakes. Or one snake at least. Wonder what would happen if the Eatanter zottes Grogs fur.

Origin of the javelin throw?

Fulfilling a dream can have painful results…….

Apteryx to Grog: “Thank you!”

That’s using his errr Grog’s head.

At one point, my name had appeared in every section of the Washington Post except sports. I figured that the only way I’d get my name there is if I were to find Mike Tyson and kick him in an especially sensitive spot. Except, with my luck, the article would read “unidentified local woman beaten into what looks like a pile of mashed potatoes”.

Did anyone notice the look on the bird at the bottom of the final panel?

Not exactly soaring with eagles, but it’ll have to do…

I’m learning to fly, but I ain’t got wings. Coming down is the hardest thing.

Ah, wingless flight. How novel.

Airborne at last.

The launch requires a huge amount of energy. Problem solved!

Landing is going to hurt very much!

To realize a dream, one must step past one’s limitations, without consideration of the aftermath.

He’s last in the pecking order

The ends usually justify the means, for a little while.

Unintentional joining of the flock!

It still became extinct. But not for lack of trying.

Improvise, adapt, overcome.

To know what it feels like, just once!

Firsts’ flight free

He’s just having a fling.

what is the air speed velocity of an unladen apteryx?

Short lived fun, literally……

OMG Grog is a brunette…

He just became the first lawn dart. Hope he sticks the landing.

Flightless birds … one heck of an oxymoron … should have gone with the Chicxulub Event.

What’s that coming out of Apteryx’s rear? Jetting gases? Did he eat some flatulent-laden bird feed? I guess Grog got him up to proper cruising elevation and velocity for his rear “jet” to kick in.

A prehistoric wish for wings that work.

Another skit…….. ugly gosling…..in reverse.

And he crashed a few miles away. Without wings, how do you fly?

His flying is a little wobbly… maybe, it was from too much grog?

“Thanks Grog!”