My Favorite Bird

English Essay on "My Favorite Bird"

Often I buy birds not for keeping but treeing them. It is my hobby to give them joy and freedom, this is very expensive. It is not always possible to enjoy it. It requires a lot of money. Even a treasure may not be a enough. It is also perhaps of doubtful utility from the point of view, of the birds. They may got caught soon after I give them freedom. Back they come to the market for resale. But I feel happy at giving them their natural freedom even though for a few days or even a few hours.

Some weeks back I saw a pair of nightingales in a pet-dealer s cage. They were eyeing the outside world wistfully. The had forgotten their gift of music and song. I bought them. Next day at sunrise I gave them their freedom. The flew off and settled on the branch of a mango tree. They were happy because I could catch a tulle of their song. They seemed to be saying. “Thanking you, Rosie! Thank you, Rosie!”

I had a little rosy thread round their legs for identification. Often I found them back on or mulbery tree or up in the puppitta plant or down in the pomegranate grove. They became my pets even though I put them in no cage. They were, fond of singing and swinging round my house.

These nightingales soon became my great favourites. It was a strange experience. One day they sat very close to me and did not try to escape when I caught them all of a sudden. I fed them and them brought a big cage to keep them safe from the cat or the dog in my house. The pair was happy and always singing. It was because of their songs that I liked them more than any other bird.

These birds had given a meaning to the philosophy of love. They had grown as much fond of me As I was of them. Perhaps they proved the truth in an old saying: “Through love and kindness we can tame even the wildest on the earth.”

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