Quotes About Wildlife

Right now I'm looking at a liger out my bedroom window. He's half lion and half tiger. And he's absolutely beautiful. His name is Patrick.

It was on a trip to Africa with my family - I was eight - and an angry baboon jumped through the window of our parked car. As my siblings escaped, my foot got stuck in the seat. I froze and watched it steal the whole contents of our car around me.

The place I most missed my husband and family was when I stayed at Giraffe Manor, which is a crazy hotel in Kenya where giraffes wander around sticking their necks in through the top-floor windows for snacks.

Bats drink on the wing, like swallows, by sipping the surface, as they play over pools and streams.

If you need more than 10 rounds to hunt, and some argue they hunt with that many rounds, you shouldn't be hunting. If you can't get the deer in 3 shots, you shouldn't be hunting. You are an embarrassment.

I want trees that are three hundred feet tall, black bear that poke around my stuff, deer that eat out of my hand, and a view that almost brings me to my knees every morning. I want to work just hard enough to afford my life.

I live in a tough neighborhood. They got a children's zoo. Last week, four kids escaped.

There's a goose asleep in the rain!

This is Simba," Nicole said, pointing to the lion. "Is he dangerous?" Asked Chase. "Not really. He mauled a trainer, but nothing much.

There are gators, thousands of them. " said Rashawn. " Then we better get out of here before we end up as a feast for gators." said Nicole. " What are going to do with him?" looking at the dead driver. " Let's get out of here and let him be the feast

As founder and co-chair of the upper Mississippi River Congressional task force, I have long sought to preserve the river's health and historical multiple uses, including as a natural waterway and a home to wildlife, for the benefit of future generations of Americans.

Our enemy is man with his arrogance and greed. The woodsman in particular. Destroyer of trees. Clearer of land. Owner of fire. While he chops and burns and builds, we terrorize his wife, surrounding her as she goes for water. We howl outside his windows half the night, and if that doesn't drive him away we take him out, leaving just a few bones so the message is clear. This is our forest. Perfect before you came. Perfect again when all your kind is dead.

Life had sprung up along the trail. The thin film of green in the trees had become a cloud of new leaves. Robins, bluebirds, vireos, finches, songbirds of all types made the brush along the trail a wall of sharp melody.

But the earth and its beings are extravagantly wild, full of unexpected wonders. It is time to turn from our textbooks and listen to the birds themselves.

Global avian populations are perilously declining because of human-wrought habitat degradation, and many individual avian injuries are at root human-caused.

Dragonflies dipped over the surface, brilliant tiny helicopters of green and blue. "They live ninety-five percent of their lives underwater," said Jack helpfully. He was an insect fan. A fan of all wildlife, in fact. "In nymph form. You know, larvae. Dragonfly nymphs have big huge jaws. They're vicious predators." "Is that interesting?" asked Jen, cocking her head. Not mean, just speculative. She hadn't decided.

Curious now, she glanced to its contents and this time did squeal with delight when she saw all the cages holding the furry friends she'd rescued, mended and adopted over the years. At least, the ones that hadn't been released back to the wild: Osborn the three-legged goat, Lowrans the blind wildcat, Grisell the baby cow who couldn't walk when she first saw her and now could but was still quite wobbly on her feet, and of course Brodie the bunny, and her earless little fox.

dolphins in the water. He recalled that the dolphins usually gathered there when

Wild animals passed on their way under the leaves; each track was an arterial road; and when I stooped and looked at the earth close to, I saw, from leaf to leaf and flower to flower, a moving host of insects.

Today's environmentalists turn a blind eye as 25 million people tramp through delicate ecosystems, set fire to national parks, kill livestock, dump tons of soiled diapers and Pepsi bottles in the desert, and deface ancient Native American sites. Political correctness

had a brush with death on an African safari.

If not for the deer, the men would have shot each other for sport.

ABATURE  (A'BATURE)   n.s.[a hunting term.] Those sprigs of grass which are thrown down by a stag in his passing by.Dict.

ANTLER  (A'NTLER)   n.s.[andouillier, Fr.]Properly the first branches of a stag's horns; but, popularly and generally, any of his branches.