Being a Bird

I made this lovely display so I could examine and understand what it feels like to be a bird.  I placed a bird’s nest outside a birdhouse that is holding four white and black speckled eggs.  I also put a bowl of water on my display, hoping that it might attract a thirsty bird.  I wanted to gain an insight into the kinds of emotional reactions that birds have with their surroundings.  I know that this is an unusual area of research, but my investigation might reveal things that no one has discovered before.  I have a hidden camera running 24 hours a day on my display, just in case a bird gets curious and decides to take up residence there.  I have to know what birds are doing and why they are doing it.  I am curious about the way they fly, nest, eat, sing and mate.  I want to learn how they are able to navigate by the Earth’s magnetic field.  Birds rarely stand still, especially near humans, so it is challenging trying to get up close to them and hopefully my display will help with this.

Everybody’s heard about the bird, as bird is the word.  Why do they scream at each other?  This is what it sounds like when doves cry.  Just like the white winged dove sings a song, sounds like she’s singing.  Blackbird fly, into the light of a dark black night.  I’m as free as a bird now and this bird you cannot change.  Three little birds singing sweet songs.  Tweedle-lee-dee-dee-dee, tweedle-lee-dee-dee.  Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet he rocks in the tree tops all day long.  Hopping and a-bopping and a-singing his song.  When your bird is broken, will it bring you down?  Spread your wings and fly away, far away.  I’m learning to fly, but I ain’t got wings.  Coming down is the hardest thing.  I make you laugh and you make me cry.  I believe it’s time for me to fly.  There’s a high-flying bird, way up in the sky now, you know I wonder if she looks down, as she flies on by?  She’s flying on the air so easily in the sky.  I can fly higher than an eagle, for you are the wind beneath my wings.  I wanna fly like an eagle to the sea.  Fly like an eagle, let my spirit carry me.  Take to the sky.  We’ll see what we can find.  Come away with me.  Take these broken wings and learn to fly again.

Written for Sadje at Keep It Alive What Do You See #148, where the Image credit comes from Tivasee @ Pexels.