...bird...

I´m often wondering, does a bird know she´s a bird, does she acknowledge living in a place that we love (palm trees, woods), to be able to fly around? Or is she just "there".
I once watched some raven flying roller coaster in the air: they carried an object in the beak, lifted it up, opened beak, and dived steeply to catch it again. Several times.
Was this playful? Training? Chilling out? Joy of life?
--- I often touch the hand of a friendly person at the tiller a tad longer than necessary when I hand her my Card, she´ll notice and our eyes meet for a fraction of a second, and a swift smile.
And the heart warms.