Quotes About Birds

Birds themselves are so interesting and intelligent, and they give so many cues without being verbal, so they say such great things. Feathers are superior to fur, even. They're so beautiful, and nature uses such amazing colors.

Slowly the golden memory of the dead sun fades from the hearts of the cold, sad clouds. Silent, like sorrowing children, the birds have ceased their song, and only the moorhen's plaintive cry and the harsh croak of the corncrake stirs the awed hush around the couch of waters, where the dying day breathes out her last.

The sounds of extinct birds may be preserved in the songs of mockingbirds

He thinks they may also imitate the sounds of birds that are no longer around. He thinks the sounds of extinct birds are passed down the years from mockingbird to mockingbird... He says when a mockingbird sings, for all we know it's pitching fossils into the air. He says who knows what songs of ancient creatures we may be hearing out there.

I'm not really a bird person or an Audubon guy who studies them, but as I was around them, they interested me.

Use what talents you possess: the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang the best.

Este es el mar El mar con sus olas propias Con sus propios sentidos El mar tratando de romper sus cadenas Queriendo imitar la eternidad Queriendo ser pulmón o neblina de pájaros en pena O el jardín de los astros que pesan en el cielo Sobre las tinieblas que arrastramos O que acaso nos arrastran Cuando vuelan de repente todas las palomas de la luna Y se hace más oscuro que las encrucijadas de la muerte

Displacement and discreteness are two fundamental properties that distinguish human language from the communication systems of birds and other animals.

Blessed be the Lord for the beauty of summer and spring, for the air, the water, the verdure, and the song of birds.

the skin of moss / holds the footprints of / star-footed birds.

We want to know what our self is. We are the sky. Our thoughts are the birds that come and go. You can enjoy the birds and their beauty, but it is the sky that lasts.

Use those talents you have. You will make it. You will give joy to the world. Take this tip from nature: The woods would be a very silent place if no birds sang except those who sang best.

My birthday began with the water - Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name.

Time. In another time. Either before or after. They were not stars, but fires. They were the souls of birds. They were entries into the vast fire. They were the eyes of the dead. And in the darkness they were imprisoned by them.

The most startling finding in recent work on animal intelligence is how smart some birds are, especially parrots and crows. Birds have quite small brains in absolute terms, but very high-powered ones.

Primero habían muerto los búhos. Eso hacía parecido entonces divertido: esas aves gruesas, plumosas, blancas, caídas en los parques y en las calles...

In the dense green of the canopy, with the rich blue of the sky between the leaves; with a breeze keeping her skin cool, and the faint scent of the flowers delighting her whenever she sensed it; with the rustle of the leaves, the song of the hundreds of birds, and the distant murmur of the waves on the seashore, all her senses were lulled and nurtured, and if she could have stopped thinking, she would have been entirely lapped in bliss.

It hardly seemed fair, because, unlike a horse or a Seeing Eye dog, the whole glory of being a bird is that nobody would ever put you to work.

If owls were the professors of the avian kingdom, then kookaburras, I thought, might well be the gym teachers.

Cocorii albi de pe baticul tinerei Inamura zburar? în amurgul care-i mai z?bovea sub pleoape.

The behavior of the pigeon is beyond reproach, but the mountain cuckoo?

this light was something else again. It buzzed and held you in its heat, it was thick, alive with pollen and insects and birds, and because nothing higher than one story interrupted its path, it gave all its gifts at once, blessing everything equally, an explosion of simultaneous illumination. "What

Armies of marching men told of that blight of nations old or young—war. These, and birds unnamable, and beasts unclassable, with dots and marks and hieroglyphics, recorded the history of a bygone people. Symbols they were of an era that had gone into the dim past, leaving only these marks, {Symbols recording the history of a bygone people.} forever unintelligible; yet while they stood, century after century, ineffaceable, reminders of the glory, the mystery, the sadness of life.

I'm afraid of peacocks.