The feathers blanketing the river some 60 yards wide mystified Meriwether Lewis for miles: glimmering, wrinkling under the keelboat bow and its wake, resisting with their lightness the drowning pull of gravity, until the expedition finally discovered their source: a flock of pelicans, now standing on a sandbar, gulping fish in their big, “bladder-like” pouches.
This actually calmed me with the onslaught of serpentine news. Made me wonder instead of worry.
I had to look up "amphisboena." Such a nice concept!