Flighty bird blurring against the sky, I think I know what you're looking for. I think you're looking for the place where the Great Bird drinks.
I have looked too.
What I have discovered (so far) is this: The Great One drinks from the same pool of water in two different places. The first is in contact, as when our wings briefly brushed together.
The other place is more difficult to find, largely because we find ourselves in this location so much of the time.
As you know, our kind is especially active at dawn. When She rises, we take flight. She paints pictures on the dome and warms us. We spin in circles, celebrating her morning work of art, catching air currents, showcasing our ability to chase each other in the spirit of cooperation.
And that's the other place where the Great One drinks, in our flight, in our natures. Wherever we find peace. So fly, because that relaxes your insides. Streak across my sky. Drink and be satisfied, breath freely, stretch your wings, like a flock all by yourself, bolting up and away. I know that flight pattern well, sister.