Keeping singing birds is a dying hobby in Singapore, and the people who often participate in this activity are middle aged men and above.
In the past this sight is prominent within our neighbourhood, as bird and cages fill up void decks or open spaces. One would be able to hear the distinct chirping of these birds from far away, and see groups of the owners huddled together drinking kopi while occasionally looking up to check on their beloved birds.
Such images are reminiscent of the olden days of Singapore, of a local culture that is somehow segregated from our very own generation due to the fast pace development of Singapore. The effects of such can be more evidently seen in the lost of dialect or even mother tongue language within my generation.
It’s a pity that sights like these are slowly disappearing as the older generation fade away, it would be great to pay homage and appreciate our local culture.