Like the joy of a boy going downhill on a bike, even more so is the joy of a bird racing on the wind. This does not mean that your pet bird wants to go away from you. It simply means that he(she) also wants to celebrate life the way he is intended to do. To take this away from him, is not only to take away the magic of flight, but to take away the whole essence of being a bird.
If you really love your bird, give him the opportunity to fly – in your home, in a very large cage, or even, ( if you trained him properly) outdoors. He will be so much happier, and so will you!
I hope you enjoy this poem of Henry Charles, Beeching, I found on Karin’s wonderful blog.
Going Down Hill on a Bicycle
A Boy’s Song
Henry Charles Beeching
With lifted feet, hands still,
I am poised, and down the hill
Dart, with heedful mind;
The air goes by in a wind.
Swifter and yet more swift,
Till the heart with a might lift
Makes the lungs laugh, the throat cry:
“O bird, see; bird, I can fly.
‘Is this, is this your joy?
O bird, then I, though a boy,
For a golden moment share
Your feathery life in air!’
Say, heart, is there aught like this
In a world that is full of bliss?
‘Tis more than skating, bound
Steel-shod to the level ground.
Speed slackens now, I float
Awhile in my airy boat;
Till, when the wheels scarce crawl,
My feet to the treadles fall.
Alas, that the longest hill
Must end in a vale, but still,
Who climbs with toil, wheresoe’er,
Shall find wings waiting there.
Since it was written, Bekkie flew out quite a couple of times again, but only into our own garden. He will sit high in the Jacaranda, will call me loudly to let me know that he is being very brave and adventurous and, yes, a bit naughty. A little while later he will fly back into the safety of the kitchen, where he expects me to give him a treat and and a lot of attention.
And I love him for it.
Here is Bekkie sitting in a neighbour’s Jacaranda in the photo below.