What is married life then, if not for the birds? To me, it seems as though birds are always in love. I’ve noticed this before sometimes about the birds in the sky and in the trees near our home in Lancashire. The birds that I’ve seen migrate all the way from Africa, just as we did, are always free. They can fly. No other species can say that much about freedom. I’ve noted that if they are not zipping about looking for food to feed their young with, the male birds anyway, are always preening themselves in readiness for meeting their partner.