Doesn’t matter whether it is a plant or an infant or a building, it is always a joy to see the growing something every day. The joy multiplies if the thing we care has lost its normal and we are trying to set it right. After spending all of your efforts on an almost dead plant, you can imagine your joy on seeing the first leaf on it. She was less than a week old when we got her rescued from the bush. The first bird in our home that I remember was a green parrot(?). Initially, my dad fed her with the banana and gave water using ink fillers and she had survived those featherless days. Later, she was eating from our plates without any restriction and moving freely without any limits. She was with us for more than a year, with a few clipped wing feathers. She would spend most of her morning to evening time at the small guava tree we had. And would return to her cage in the evening. Is it cruel to keep birds in a cage? We see birds in the Zoo. Maybe, the size of the cage matters. Maybe, the
Beyond your imagination