Last fall semester I was in the play THE BIRDS by the Greek playwright Aristophanes. The heavy comedy gave me a run for my money and I found things out about myself that I didn’t know I could do before, for exampIe- memorize all those lines. But the experience was more than just those lines. I studied birds and their behaviors as a ticket to finding my character. Endless YouTube videos and trips to the birding center became my hobby. I constantly stalked the crows in the grass and was fascinated by their being. The play ended two months ago but I still find myself taking a moment to observe the little bird chirping on the side walk.
I always wondered how the birds around me were feeling, and what they were thinking. Silly, I know, but curiosity got (and gets!) the best of me and I couldn’t help but be intrigued by their ability to fly. It’s like everytime I see a plane flying overhead I take a moment and wonder what’s it’s destination, or where are they coming from; I ask myself the same things everytime I see a bird. Their ability to fly and constant freedom make me a tad jealous. They have the capability to fly anywhere, without any restraints, and no laws except the winter that forces them south. These creatures are amazing, and they have fascinated me before The Birds, and will continue to fascinate me as long as they exist. The carpenters sang about them, everyone knows that “the bird is the word,” and Dorothy dreamt about blue birds flying over the rainbow…
Birds can travel to places one can only imagine. They fly high in the sky, by the clouds, and by the heavens; these creatures are closer to God, and make beautiful music with their tiny beaks. So the next time you see a bird take a moment to observe it. That little birdy has a story, and can fly as high as your dreams…
