Quotes About Wildlife

What would the world be, once bereft Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left, O let them be left, wildness and wet; Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet. Gerard Manley Hopkins Inversnaid

By damaging the potential for wildlife tourism in Scotland, the deer and grouse industries could be destroying more employment than they generate.

No beast was as noisy as man.

A real wolf would finish a wounded animal.

Or do you mean to rule over a realm of seals and otters?" She gave a rueful laugh. "Otters might be easier to rule than men, I grant you. And seals are smarter.

I find it very worrying that we don't talk about nature anymore. We talk about natural resources as if everything had a price tag. You cannot buy spiritual values at a shopping mall. An old-growth forest, a clear river, the flight of a golden eagle, the howl of a wolf, the vitality of a tiger, space and quiet without motors, TVs, mobiles — these are intangibles. Those are the values that people need, that uplift our spirit.

If naturalists go to heaven (about which there is considerable ecclesiastical doubt), I hope that I will be furnished with a troop of kakapo to amuse me in the evening instead of television.

Are we having a plague of owls?' Larry inquired. 'Are they attacking the larder and zooming out with bunches of chops in their talons?

It had a tremendously wide head with golden eyes and a sulky, pouting mouth.

It looked immensely sure of itself as it lay there, flamboyant, on the sand, and immensely dangerous, too.

Treading water and peering down, we could see below the shining, narrow fronds of green and black weeds growing close and tangled, over which we hung like hawks suspended in air above a strange woodland.

Imitai lo stile del Boy's Own Paper, sicchè ogni capitolo finiva nel momento più emozionante, con mamma aggredita da un giaguaro o Larry che si dibatteva tra le spire di un enorme pitone.

choir of cicadas whose song made the air tremble.

Dierdre was one of a pair of enormous common toads that I had found, tamed with comparative ease, and established in the tiny walled garden below the veranda. Here they lived a blameless life among the geraniums and tangerine trees, venturing up onto the veranda when the lights were lit to take their share of the insect life.

The dogs would fan out ahead of us, cocking their legs, snuffling in the dark holes that honeycombed the great, ancient olive trees, and dashing off in noisy and futile pursuit of the swallows

Roger and I would squat in the heavily scented shade of the myrtle bushes and watch the array of creatures that passed us; at certain times of the day the branches were as busy as the main street of a town.

Lion's hurt his paw. It's really rather sore.

The lion is not so fierce as they paint him.

There is nothing in which the birds differ more from man than the way in which they can build and yet leave a landscape as it was before.

A sportsman is a man who, every now and then, simply has to get out and kill something. Not that he's cruel. He wouldn't hurt a fly. It's not big enough.

A lot of people find rural landscapes relaxing." "Sure, until you start wondering what's creeping behind those trees, or slithering along in the grass.

The title was In the Rain Forest of the Monkey Mind.

Buds in the snow —the deadly fight between two birds

There he was, my chipmunk, in the bright clear windy sunny air staring on the rock; hands clasping he sat up straight, some little oat between his paws; he nibbled, he darted away, the little nutty lord of all he surveyed.