By Candy Ray
It was a festival day and I longed to see what was going on. A stage with music playing, blocked by the crowd standing at the front; stalls covered in bright colours and shapes labelled hand-made crafts and crowds thronging around them; carousel, bouncy spider-web.
But whenever I try to move closer, the wire mesh bars my way. There are no special days for me – every day is the same, sitting on the same perches in the aviary at the centre of the park.