Quotes About Birds

They are the children of the strangers,I told her. They have no faces. They have eyes. Pretend they are birds. They cant see us. They don't know it yet. they don't want to believe it, but they wont ever see us again.

They are the children of the strangers, I told her. They have no faces. They have eyes. Pretend they are birds.

And there were birds singing, and--oh, I wish I could remember, and make you all see how lovely it was!--and flowers, and everything was so gentle and warm and light; it is going to be so beautiful

I throwed crumbs from last night's corn bread out onto the yard so redbirds would swoop down and peck at them.

CHOR. Denn weder reifen des herrlichen Landes Früchte noch tauchen bei ihren Geburten aus qualvollen Schmerzen empor die Frauen; doch einen zum andern kannst du sehen gleich gut befiederten Vögeln, jäher als unwiderstehliches Feuer losfliegen dem Strande zu des abenddunkeln Gottes.

The impression left after watching the motions of birds is that of extreme mobility - a life of perpetual impulse checked only by fear.

Just because we have birds inside is, we don't have to be cages.

With thee conversing I forget all time,All seasons, and their change; all please alike.Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet,With charm of earliest birds.

We need to remind the birds of what they have heard, and remind them all the time. The meeting this morning was brief. Some of the colony were not here. The message is radical. We need much more communication—every day, everywhere.

Old proverb says, That bird is not honest That filleth his own nest.

He came home quite gloomy, though, because the pointers were winning all down the line, ' ' Ell-ooping all over the country like a lot of gray'ounds,' is what he told me. 'Don't they find birds?' I asked, and I gathered from what he said that when a pointer stumbled over a bevy, he stopped in astonishment.

Since the first sighting, this has consumed us. We have dedicated our time and our dreams to protecting and conserving this area. These woods are my church. There is no bird like this in the world.

Thoughts do not need the wings of words to fly to any goal, Like subtle lightnings, not like birds, They speed from soul to soul.

I haven't written poetry in a long time but I read it and I miss it. It is so hard to write. So hard to finish, so hard to find the exact word to make it shine. In honor of my youth I will write a poem to finish this essay. It is spring in the Ozark Mountains. The yellow flowers are blooming and the birds wake me at dawn and last night five planets lined up by the moon in the western sky. If that doesn't inspire me to poetry what will?

Hey Chris, bet you don't know the Latin name of the red-headed woodpecker." That was a hard one. Chris had to say Melanerpes erythrocephalus very slowly.

There was some rhythm, some ecstasy in this dance of flight that expressed the fact that happiness which touches depths and rises beyond physical confines is as old as consciousness, yet ever renewed, and is like the glorying flight of the birds

I am glad you love the Blossoms so well. I hope you love Birds too. It is economical. It saves going to Heaven.

These are the days when Birds come back—A very few—a Bird or two—To take a backward look.These are the days when skies resumeThe old—old sophistries of June—A blue and gold mistake.

The dinosaurs are not extinct. The colorful and successful diversity of the living birds is a continuing expression of basic dinosaur biology.

No one, either in the nineteenth century or the twentieth, has ever built a persuasive case proving that dinosaurs as a whole were more like reptilian crocodiles than warm-blooded birds. No one has done this because it can't be done.

Mammalian furballs dream. So do birds and big-brained dinosaurs like raptors. But a rich dreamtime requires extra brain capacity where memory can mix with fantasy. Turtles and lizards and snakes sleep the dreamless sleep of the small-brained.

On this blue day, I want to be nothing more than an amanuensis to the birds, transcribing all the bits and snatches of song riding in on the wind.

quiet meant you could hear the gulls, the cormorants, the wind, and the waves. Those things brought him calm.

But you will never completely bankrupt your soil's weed seed bank, for some seeds will always blow in or perhaps hitch a ride on the feet of a passing bird.