“Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.”
My love for animals (and birds in particular) stem from a really young age.
I enjoy bird watching and watch as they take flight. It really is an amazing sight.
I wonder if birds do ever suffer from a fear of heights (I do know that those with trimmed wings are, but other than that, I wonder if they are ever born with that phobia). I've read up an article on how birds fly earlier and it seems to be hold more than what meets the eye:
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