Quotes About Birds

The ancient pages rose among the others, palisaded with strange letters and words, the faint script hardly more readable than the footprints of birds. He read until his eyelids drooped. But as his head dropped, he fancied he caught the sharp savor of sap beneath the chalky dust of the pages, or the heavy perfumes of blossom from the orchards of plums and pears and apples.

The sky darkened, the liquid singing of the blackbirds diminished and ceased, mud hens swam back to shore, climbed up the banks and huddled in the willows. The lights of a farm came on in the brown distance where patches of tule fog lay on the barren muddy fields. A wind came with the darkness, rattling the license plate, and a low, honking flight of geese passed.

flamingoes and mustard both bite. And the moral of that is--Birds of a feather flock together.

The sea was wet as wet could be, The sands were dry as dry. You could not see a cloud, because No cloud was in the sky: No birds were flying overhead - There were no birds to fly.

Memphis—it's just a bird. Birds fly around, brother. It's what they do. It's not following you, and it's not a sign. Unless you really did give it candy and flowers, in which case you are one strange brother.

Birds, except when broiled and in the society of a cold bottle, bored him stiff.

I think there is a spiritual scent in us which feels mischief coming, as they say birds scent storms.

Ah, nut-brown partridges! Ah, brilliant pheasants! And ah, ye poachers!--'Tis no sport for peasants.

In New York, the European starling—now a ubiquitous avian pest from Alaska to Mexico—was introduced because someone thought the city would be more cultured if Central Park were home to each bird mentioned in Shakespeare.

Fortunately, however, birds don't understand pep talks. Not even St. Francis'. Just imagine, he went on, preaching sermons to perfectly good thrushes and goldfinches and chiff-chaffs! What presumption! Why couldn't he have kept his mouth shut and let the birds preach to him?

Just imagine," he went on, "preaching sermons to perfectly good thrushes and goldfinches and chiff-chaffs! What presumption! Why couldn't he have kept his mouth shut and let the birds preach to him?

And what birds! widewinged and beautiful, all those serene thoughts and faiths and emotions that only visit minds that have humbled themselves to quiet.

In this transparency, the footprints of the little birds spoke with a muffled voice. What they spoke of was entirely without significance, or else something capable of lifting a life off its hinges: there was no way of knowing.

Así vio, por último, de improviso, el cielo sobre el palacio mancharse con el vuelo de cientos de pájaros, como expulsados fuera de la tierra, pájaros de todo tipo, estupefactos, huir por todas partes, enloquecidos, cantando y gritando, pirotécnica explosión de alas y nube de colores disparada en la luz, y de sonidos, asustados, música en fuga, volando en el cielo.

Cosí vide, alla fine, all'improvviso, il cielo sopra il palazzo macchiarsi del volo di centinaia d'uccelli, come esplosi via dalla terra, uccelli d'ogni tipo, stupefatti, fuggire ovunque, impazziti, cantando e gridando, pirotecnica esplosione di ali, e nube di colori sparata nella luce, e di suoni, impauriti, musica in fuga, nel cielo a volare. Hervé Joncour sorrise. Seta

The tree still celebrates its essential treeness through song, as nature will do whatever we impose on her. Birds still sing their ancient songs in the middle of a bustling city, with all its cacophony of man-made sounds. Dry leaves still rustle like dice even when growing against concrete or hewn stone. Out of a tiny crack in a pavement will crawl a perfectly formed insect, a creature of curves and protrusions amidst a linear world of man's engineering.

The turtles and birds who lived on the islands were also very friendly, as they hardly ever saw any humans and were always pleased to have some company.

The kiss of the sun for pardon, The song of the birds for mirth, One is nearer God's heart in a garden Than anywhere else on earth.

It's so Quite around here, I'm sure I heard a Bird Fart!

Every year, back come Spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants.

So, you are now talking to birds?" Hanlon glanced back from looking up at the tree the crow sat in and said, "Not all birds, just crows, oh, and hawks and eagles, sometimes ospreys, but never vultures." She laughed at his attempt at humor, "Why don't you talk to vultures?" "Well, Sassy, because vultures aren't very good conversationalists. Doug Hiser -Montana Mist coming soon 2010

The Scientist (2019) "Quantum Biology May Help Solve Some of Life's Greatest Mysteries." Nature (2021) "Birds Have a Mysterious 'Quantum Sense'. For The First Time, Scientists Saw It in Action.

Because there is no meaning to be found in the arbitrary nature of things., It's all random. Just as space is blue. And birds fly through it.

Two yellow orioles sing under emerald willows One line of White Egrets ascends clear skies Window frames Western riged snow of a thousand autumns Door moors Eastern Wu a boat of ten-thousand li