Swiftlet Bird Nest Farming

It is never enough…is it? After this hill, there’s always another hill… and another and another….the never ending story….like the birds circling high above me chirping wantonly away without a care in the world. How nice it is to be a bird – how liberating it must feel to glide effortlessly through the air.

How I envy you…as I too very wish, I had wings like you.