Today I am going to talk about a bird that we all know. This person who we all know is called Buck Bird.We see many different kinds of birds in our daily life such as Shalik Doyle Etya etc. We also know that not all birds are the same and the bird I am talking to you about today is not like other birds because This bird is very different from other birds.
The birds that we usually see are very small in size and the beak is very small and the throat is very small and the brother is very small in size but this bird is such a bird the neck of this bird is very big and the lips are very big crazy very long. Tall and this bird is mostly white to look at.
All that stirring of old instincts which at stated periods drives men out from the sounding cities to forest and plain to kill things by chemically propelled leaden pellets, the blood lust, the joy to kill—all this was Buck's, only it was infinitely more intimate. He was ranging at the head of the pack, running the wild thing down, the living meat, to kill with his own teeth and wash his muzzle to the eyes in warm blood.
There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of living, this ecstasy comes when one is most alive, and it comes as a complete forgetfulness that one is alive. This ecstasy, this forgetfulness of living, comes to the artist, caught up and out of himself in a sheet of flame; it comes to the soldier, war-mad on a stricken field and refusing quarter; and it came to Buck, leading the pack, sounding the old wolf-cry, straining after the food that was alive and that fled swiftly before him through the moonlight. He was sounding the deeps of his nature, and of the parts of his nature that were deeper than he, going back into the womb of Time. He was mastered by the sheer surging of life, the tidal wave of being, the perfect joy of each separate muscle, joint, and sinew in that it was everything that was not death, that it was aglow and rampant, expressing itself in movement, flying exultantly under the stars and over the face of dead matter that did not move.
There is no one who does not know this falcon because all kinds of people know this falcon from this falcon, this falcon is seen not only in villages but also in river channels of urban areas, so I will not say more about this falcon because we are all this bird. Sugar, so I will not say more about this bird, Allah Hafez, you will all be fine.