Two stories of Birds' Funerals:
Well I will begin from the strange one, Hilwani reminds me of funerals of animal.
Our storey was the fifth in a huge tower, I used to watch from our balcony, cars, people, and everything, even birds. One winter shinny day, I was watching without boredom the atmosphere of homs city morning, I did not know how my eyes caught a bird flying from far away, and I kept watching him, until, oh until he died. How! He accidentally hit one of the five cables of electricity which are hanged on high columns in every street in Syria. Yeah his flight speed was so speedy that is why he hit before re-direct himself from death. He falls down, I saw him falling. I still remember it was almost nine or ten o'clock. I was maybe seven years old, I took permission from mama, to go down the street, I went to the point where the bird fall, I hold him peacefully, and take it to the place where, soil is there, and buried him, then I read (Al Fateha) and I leave silently sad.
The other story is different, in events but same result, we had female and male love-bird, in one cage. I remember they were yellow, and male has a brown (tarboush) on his head, unknown reasons were beyond the death of the wife, my mother was the first who saw her dead in the cage. Sad I became when I knew, and really was more sad when I saw the male bird is alone, singing nothing. I did not know that the next day will witness the same news. I woke up in the morning to see the male is dead. He did not drink nor eat, he commit suicide because his beloved has gone and left him alone. I wondered why! Also animals have same feelings like us. In that morning I decided to bury them both. Actually this happened in summer.