I've always wanted to be a seagull floating high on the thermals. They look so happy and free. I wrote a poem about it many years ago.
Freedom
How I want to fly
Like a seagull – so free
Soar on winds so high and light
Makes me feel so good and bright
Wings outstretched pulled so taut
Hovering there before dipping down
I’ll lose the wind – oh no I’m free
Free to glide o’er yonder tree
Above the rocks, above the sea
Oh a seagull I shall be
Free
That sounds lovely must be nice to fly like a gull think it is the flying thing that attracts me to birds, and you could poop on all the people you don't like ha ha