I am a bird. I’m writing my autobiography to express my gratitude to God for the wonderful life he has given me. My mother gave birth to me in a cozy nest high on a banyan tree limb. I was conceived with the help of two of my brothers. It was a wonderful time. Every day, Mother used to feed me. My mother used to bring food for me and my brothers, food like worms and insects. We all loved our home, that is the tree has become our home since I grew there, and we were surviving because of that tree only. It kept us cool in the summer, kept us dry in the rain, and kept us warm in the winter.
My mother used to feed me well, so I grew up quickly. She used to go out every day from the tree simply to feed us fat worms so we could grow up quickly! My mum gradually persuaded me to take my first flight. Even contemplating the thought that I would have to fly terrified me. My brothers were ecstatic, but I was nervous. My mum pushed me to take my first leap. I experienced a jump when I closed my eyes. I wriggled my wings vigorously, and when I opened my eyes, I was in the air flying.
My brothers also soon learned to fly as well. We used to have a lot of fun together all over the place. We used to have a good time frolicking and playing with our wings. We used to race each other for pleasure, and I always came out on top. In the world of birds, we were known as the stunt performers. In the air, we used to whirl, flip, dip, and dance.
Because I was the oldest of the brothers, I had to look after them. I used to defend them from predators such as eagles and vultures. I’m sitting in my nest with my brothers, penning this memoir. It’s a wonderful life. I would like to thank god for giving me this life.