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 fancy 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 specifically 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 could have had some really good wild bird feeders with him in which he was able to denote the aerial voyagers at their best poses.

A selection of decorative bird houses combined with varied seeds could have done the trick as the birds must have been pensive with eating to stay put in one place allowing Audubon to sketch and paint them later on. Exploring vast forests for rare bird species was hard and documenting them without the help of photography is even harder. So, we could imagine what pains and dangers did Audubon and his party goes through just to finish his work.

Although certain types of birds are today afflicted with the avian flu, we cannot forget that we still have so much to learn about them. With such fragile bone frames, how can they fly so hastily? Their tiny muscles don’t need workout to help them flitter and hop around. Birds, of course, are divided into groups in which we see the hand of God split them from biggest to smallest.

From the impressive flight of the majestic eagle to the remarkable ability of the tiny hummingbird to hover and fly backwards, birds make us muse on the richness and abundance of nature. There are still territories to be reached, they must be protectedand cherish at the same time. People must be rightly educated on conservation and must learn how to love and preserve nature's gifts, if not; we may someday face a future where there are no birds and our skies a no-fly zone.