Note: Today, I was flying along with the FOOTD. We’re minding our own business, enjoying the supposedly easy approach into Langkawi Island when suddenly a voice cracks over the radio. “There’s a bird carcass on the runway”, says the air traffic controller.
There’s a dead bird on the runway-
Did an aircraft run over he?
Why didn’t he run away?
Is it suicidal tendency?
“Hold at DAKOV*”,
Langkawi radar says objectively,
I’m slightly pissed off,
Of course bird carcass gets priority.
I chime the SCC** to inform her,
“Kenapa burung tak mati dekat tempat lain?”***
“Kann… buat kacau jerrr…”****
The bird’s choice-d deathplace, I so cannot explain.
After 8 minutes of excruciating holds,
300 kg of fuel we just killed,
“Cleared for the approach” finally we’re told,
And now we’ve got to refuel.
*Waypoint in Langkawi.
** Senior Cabin Crew
*** Why don’t the bird choose somewhere better to die?
**** Exactly my thoughts! This is a great inconvenience.