My father kept birds in a big cage in the garden.  One ot them was a blackbird in a cage apart..  He announced the rain with his golden beak and beautiful song. 

It was the countryside.  There were many birds in the wild.  I was particularly fond of the larks, mounting to heaven in circles and singing for eternity till they halted somewhere high to fall like a stone.  Nothing surpassed the song of a nightingale.


I love them, not only because they're wonderful singers or for their extraordinary beauty or their majesty.  Even the smallest of these shy creatures links us to the dinosaurs...

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1 Response Mar 10, 2010

they are special creatures. I used to have a bird, but he flew away a couple years ago :(