Writing from a picture prompt

My writing and ideas are taken from this picture

 I see some plump tasty pigeons zooming through the clouds, hitching a ride in a red car with a parachute because they had gotten tired of flapping their wings. Their bright yellow feathers shone in the sunlight high above the clouds. You couldn’t hear the wind because of their  squawking. They are all trying to converse with each other at the same time.  A bit of gobble de gook going on. You can smell fresh air and the dampness  of the clouds. You can feel the bitter cold leather of the seats in the car, and the wet clouds in the sky.