Birds are one of my most favorite creatures. Their grace and tenderness, their strength and fascinating peculiarities, and above all, their song. As a young child, I loved fairytales of princesses who were serenated by their feathered friends.
During our first year of marriage my husband (ever so indulging) gave me a couple of Love Birds. They were so beautiful! Soon after, guilt showed up. Our birds were clean, well fed, loved, but every afternoon when I returned from work there they were: in a cage. In spite of myself, and because I loved them so, I started to imagine what they would tell me if they could speak. I was secretly tormented until I finally decided they had to go. Arrangements were made and we gave our birds to someone else.
It took a while for me to realize that this personal abhorrer of birds in cages stems from personal past experiences. I was emotionally stiffled and controlled for years, living in a beautiful, clean "cage" performing boring duties, doing imposed chores, always trying to please others while constantly being aware of an outside world I could not reach and enjoy. Oh, I do know what is like!
The birds I feed come and go freely. In my garden I have several spots for their enjoyment and the pleasure they bring is priceless. The birdcages I own hold roses or candles and I always make sure their doors are never closed...