Quotes About Birds

Life is an admirable arrangement, isn't it, little mother. It is so clever of it to have June in every year and a morning in every day, let alone things like birds, and Shakespeare, and one's work.

Unlike most great talkers, the rooks are good workers, too.

A chicken grows up in a little less time than an ostrich. An ostrich takes a whole year. A chicken takes a few months.

Today, just about 380,000 acres of wetland23 remain, about 9 percent of the nearly 4 million acres that existed in the 1850s—and that was preserved only after a heroic push for restoration by environmentalists horrified by the destruction of crucial habitat for wild birds along the Pacific Flyway.

And sometimes, sitting in my chair I can feel the absence stretching out in all directions– like the deaf, defoliated silence just after a train has thundered past the platform, just before the mindless birds begin to chirp again –and the wildflowers that grow beside the tracks wobble wildly on their little stems, then gradually grow still and stand motherless and vertical in the middle of everything.

And far and near kokilas hail the day

Grandmother walked up over the bare granite and thought about birds in general. It seemed to her no other creature had the same dramatic capacity to underline and perfect events -- the shifts in the seasons and the weather, the changes that run through people themselves. p.33

Lastovi?ky poctia svojou prítomnosÃ…Â¥ou len domy, kde sú ?udia Å¡Å¥astní.

SQUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWK!

know the only things that live there are birds and lazy RainWings.

Tell him Keiko likes running in the woods at night, ripping the heads off of birds, and hypnotizing dopey middle schoolers into doing anything she wants," Zoe said.

Oh, what is that bird?' 'It is a wheatear. We have seen between two and three hundred since we set out, and I have told you their name twice, nay, three times.

They turned. In the middle of the square three black and white vulturine scavengers with a wingspan of about six feet were disputing the dried remains of a cat. 'What do you call those?' asked Stephen. 'Those?' replied his guide, looking at them with narrowed eyes. 'Those are what we call birds, your worship.

for Captain Aubrey, as for the rest of brute creation, there were only two kinds of birds, the edible and the inedible.

What is a potto? It is a little furry creature that sleeps all day with its head between its legs and then walks about very, very slowly all night, high in the trees, slowly eating leaves and creeping up on birds as they roost and eating them too.

When a tree is burning with fierce flames, how can the birds congregate therein? Truth cannot dwell where passion lives. He who does not know this, though he be a learned man and be praised by others as a sage, is beclouded with ignorance.

Spring: trees flying up to their birds

I came to that wooden marching band. I stopped and looked. There was a trumpet, trombone, clarinet, and drum. Birds don't live alone, I told myself. They live in flocks. Like people. People are always in a group. Like that little wooden band.

Puede ser princesa, que su canto sea poesía pura, como los pájaros que tampoco han ido a la universidad.

Those little nimble musicians of the air, that warble forth their curious ditties, with which nature hath furnished them to the shame of art.

The carrion birds sat about the topmost corners of the houses with their wings outstretched in attitudes of exhortation like dark little bishops.

As the director of one of the agencies providing free mental health services says, the Audubon Society spends more time, care, and money counting birds than we do counting homeless people.

Mes kaip maži paukš?iukai – pus? laiko b?name laimingi, o kit? pus? mirtinai išsigand?.

They're common, but nevertheless very beautiful. A sparrow. These are tits.