Quotes About Birds

Birds are indicators of the environment. If they are in trouble, we know we'll soon be in trouble.

I want to sleep like the birds then wake to write you again without hope that you read me.

Emancipor stood in front of the small bush,listening to the birds chirp to greet the morning whilst he emptied his bladder. "Look wel on that yelow, murky stream, Mister Reese—" The manservant started at the voice beside him. "Master! You, uh, surprised me." "Thus reducing you to a trickle.

If it is true and the Grey Helms seek to be the swords of nature's vengeance, then the Shield Anvil has missed the point. Since when is nature interested in revenge? Look around." He waved a hand. "The grass grows back where it can. The birds nest where they can. The soil breathes when it can. It just goes on, Highness, the only way it knows how to – with what's left.

As I stood on the lonely backroad, I'm sure I heard birds, kookaburras, laughing ...

Nothing taxes a bird's muscles as much as flying,

What do little birdies see when they get knocked unconscious?

Their lilting laughter sounded like crazy birds and rippling water; rising and falling. My hand had begun to throb with a dull pain, and my vision seemed somehow faded. Colours blended like wet paint before my eyes. I was dizzy, thrown from person to person in the crowd; hands caught me and pushed me away. I struggled to pass through them.

The air was full of the angry scream of birds, the whir of their wings.

A news bulletin on the radio speaks of a public ban on spitting, swearing, smoking and queue-jumping during the Olympics. The Four Pests, the campaign has been called, after the Mao-era policy to eradicate sparrows, mosquitoes, flies and rats. Wang remembers Shuxiang telling him how, during her childhood, gangs of children chased sparrows from tree to tree, banging tin trays until the birds fell out of the sky, too exhausted to beat their wings and fly.

Romney Marsh remains one of the last great wildernesses of south-east England. Flat as a desert, and at times just as daunting, it is an odd, occasionally eerie wetland straddling the coastal borders of Kent and Sussex, rich in birds, local folklore and solitary medieval churches.

Sir Mark Turner, " he said. "I speak with the tongues of a thousand angels. Butterflies follow me wherever I go. Birds sing when I take a breath.

We do not realize the sound the world makes-unless of course, it comes to a stop. Then, when it starts, it sounds like an orchestra. Breaking waves. Whipping wind. Falling rain. Squawking birds. All throughout the universe, time resumed and nature sang.

magpies, jays, sparrowhawks, kestrels, all

poetry which she loved rather as it might be assumed a cat loves birds; poetry, especially the declamatory sort, excited and possessed her; she would pounce on the stuff, play with it quivering in her mind

That was Bold Heart? cried the shield maiden. That stupid bird told me he was the Bard, but I assumed he was lying. So many birds do. You can understand birds? said Pega… What's that one saying?... Thorgil listened. He's saying, 'I'm itchy. I'm itchy. I'm itchy.' And that one's saying, 'So am I. So am I. So am I.' The one on the beech tree is singing, 'Bird lice, bird lice, we've all got bird lice!' Knowing does kind of take the fun out of it, decided Pega.

Populations of songbirds like the pied flycatcher, meanwhile, are collapsing in some parts of Europe because the caterpillars that parents depend upon to feed their young are hatching too early.

Four years! My heart was glad as birds.

The thousands small birds of January in their smooth soaring cloud finding the trees.

The birds will wing from the weather, While I stand, still as the harvest, With the sound of the fall in the air.

I should have been afraid, walking through a mountainside in the dark by myself. Instead I felt safe, surrounded by the songs of birds, engulfed by the scents of sweet moss and pine, and cocooned in a mist that contained a little bit of magic.

But it's a beautiful summer and it doesn't feel quite right. The atmosphere doesn't suit the mood, there's the sound of children's laughter floating up from the beach down below, there are birds singing and dancing around the sky, swooping low and catching their fresh meals from the sea. It doesn't feel right to love the world and see such brightness when something so awful has happened.

The home of the deer is the countryside, the home of the birds is the sky, the home of all phenomena is the mind; the mind contains everything that is.

One mention of birds or flight is an occurrence, two may be a coincidence, but three constitutes a definite trend. And trends, as we know, cry out for examination.