Flock upon flock of birds passed over our heads today, originating from somewhere to the north and flying like arrows to the unmoving mountains to the south.
I think they are cranes. Tomas believes them to be as big as the condors he is familiar with.
Elijah caught up to us at midday. We had just finished our meal. I noticed that he did not eat anything. Nor, I believe, did he yesterday.
I did not call attention to it. Neither the Captain nor Tomas seemed to notice. They were more intent upon putting more miles behind us.
Elijah’s step is firm and energetic and shows no sign of lagging. His wit is sharp and engaging.
Should I fast too?