Birds, I believe, are one of the freest creatures on earth. They fly and hover, travel on distant lands, alight on tree branches, explore forests, sing songs and chirp their lives away. People have always wish of flying like birds, it must have been so cool to be in the air with the wind-rush to your face, liberty and freedom at your grasp.
When I go to a park, I notice birds of different kinds that make me distinctly remember John James Audubon’s classic work “The Birds of America”. Richly marveled how Audubon was able to draw the birds without them flying and flittering away. He may have had some really good bird feeders with him in which he was able to portray the aerial voyagers at their best poses.