Her first word was “bird.” Then came “beak” and “wings” and, most impressively, “feathers”.
As she grew she became an avid birdwatcher. She didn’t know them by their Latin names or type, but by personality and movement. She learned which ones she would see at night and which ones came during the day. There were many she would only see during certain months of the year and she wondered where they went for the rest.
She wished to go with them and fly away from her humdrum life. She watched them from her cage and envied their freedom.