Quotes About Wildlife

By "sea wolves" Pigafetta meant the sub-Antarctic sea lion or the sea elephant

could provide abundant food, and their thick, glossy, silvery-gray pelts a sorely needed source of warmth in these frigid latitudes.

Here also I killed my first centipede — a hideous fellow, six inches long, a quarter of an inch across the back, and with about a hundred bow-legs, each tipped with a black fang. Let one walk across your hand undisturbed, and he leaves a highly inflamed red track. Hit him during that march, and he will sink those hundred fangs into your flesh, and it will rot away and drop from the bones. Rattlesnakes and huge, hairy "bush-spiders" are also common enough;

Jewel-bright grasshoppers buzzed around me, their wings aglitter.

The mountains and the stones and the birds and the animals are my family too —

We live in a shockingly beautiful world. We are walking through the living kingdom of heaven every day; the colours, the sound, the love of others, the potential to create, the plants, wildlife, nature, music, all sensations and life...but if we refuse to see colour and beauty we may as well be in Hell. Maybe an animated band was the best way of announcing this.

The dome of coolness above the pond throbs with croaking. Dragonflies and damselflies pierce the slanting light that burnishes the surface of the water with fire. At the edges frogs wait to spring.

Let nature be in your yard.

A Stellars jay hopped along behind him, watching closely for dropped crumbs. Its dark, he told the bird. Go to sleep. I've eaten already. Where were you? No food now. The bird persisted, however; it knew humans were liars.

Ngay c? con v?t hung d? nh?t còn bi?t xót th??ng-Shakespear

In Bangladesh, there's a saying that if you get killed by a snake, its destiny... But if you get killed by a tiger, its just bad luck.

Gazelles are leaping, feeding on the mountains. Near are lakes. Round their shores file shadows black of cedargroves. Aroma rises, a strong hair growth of resin. It burns, the orient, a sky of sapphire, cleft by the bronze flight of eagles. Under it lies the womancity, nude, white, still, cool, in luxury. A fountain murmurs among damask roses. Mammoth roses murmur of scarlet wine grapes. A wine of shame, lust, blood exudes, strangely murmuring.

Jeez, was that a lion? Please tell me it's behind bars." "It's a zoo, Iggy," Nudge said, taking his arms and leading him. "Everything's behind bars.

Call me crazy, but there's just something cheering about seeing huge raptors tear into Eraser flesh.

Angel? I said. Baby penguins eat a regurgitated mixture of partially digested fish, krill, and an oily substance form their fathers' stomachs. Are you willing to eat a bunch of raw fish and krill, and then barf it back up into a baby penguin's cute, cheeping mouth? Like, every hour? Sometimes my crushing logic astounds even me.

Just in case you thought elephants were all sweetness, I can attest to the fact that this one had the time of her life scaring the bejeezus out of those dudes.

The world was becoming a zoo, without cages.

It wasn't because the lions were particularly hungry. The humans had been nothing compared to the eighteen-hundred-pound Cape buffalo, the pride's more typical prey. The cars had been like boxes full of snacks.

Call me crazy, but there's just something cheering about seeing huge raptors tear into Eraser flesh.

When a skunk sprays, a lot of bystanders have to deal with the stink.

wasps are as big as birds and have definite anger-management issues.

Even wolves have moments of kindness.

HAC: Human-Animal Conflict.

turned to watch the hawk he'd pointed out. "Yeah