Why don’t we have birds friends? Friends with whom to share the water, some telepathic thoughts, the color of life? … Sometimes in the morning, one blackbird perches on the porch of my balcony and chirps, chirps, as if he had so much to tell me . Little creature! … Sincerely, I hear it and it seems to me, he or she always brings a new word for me, some new image of what he/she have never seen before … I would like to have many friends who flew and saw the world in a way that is beyond my human capacity. And that could speak to me about it . Yes, I want to have many birds friends.