Last but not the least was the falconry centre in Batsford. No doubt it was great knowing how the different birds of prey hunted, but it impacted me a lot to see how these birds who were born to freedom have been so caged and bound. This poem by Wanda says it all -
How can you enslave me when I was born for the open blue sky.
How can you shut me in this gilded cage,
Where I am trapped cannot fly,
Round and round I go hitting against the sides.
Along with love a certain cruelity abides,
True you derive pleasure watching my grace.
You feed me fruits and seeds in that little space,
What of my freedom my desire to fly.
Let me spread my wings and soar high,
I was born to sing freely soar high in the sky,
Admire me from below singing happily on a branch.
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