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Owls are nocturnal, swooping down silently, with the soft edges of their feathers muffling the sound of the wings, before pouncing and swallowing their prey whole. Death unseen, death unheard, death from above - the military drones of the animal kingdom
Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.
What birds can have their bills more peculiarly formed than the ibis, the spoonbill, and the heron?
Thou little bird, thou dweller by the sea, Why takest thou its melancholy voice, And with that boding cry Along the waves dost thou fly? Oh! rather, bird, with me Through this fair land rejoice!
Atkins knows two kinds of birds: seagulls and the ones that aren't seagulls.
The bird that hath been limed in a bush, with trembling wings misdoubteth every bush.
Birds, it must be admitted, are the most exciting and most deserving of the vertebrates; they are perhaps the best entre into the study of natural history, and a very good wedge into conservation awareness.
If anything was home in this wreck of a world it was Avian.
two legs, no wings, and holding something pointy over its head.
ANGEL: I I I I
Am the Bird of America, the Bald Eagle,
Continental Principality,
LUMEN PHOSPHOR FLUOR CANDLE!
A rare bird on this earth, like nothing so much as a black swan.
[L]ike a kingfisher I have made my nest on the waves.
Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air.
I never see a ship sailing out of the channel, or a gull soaring over the sand-bar, without wishing I were on board the ship or had wings, not like a dove 'to fly away and be at rest,' but like a gull, to sweep out into the very heart of the storm.
(The) Gray wagtail ... doesn't look like much, does he? Hardly a couple of ounces of feathers and bones. But that bird can fly to Africa and back. Powered by bugs and worms and desire.
The wild swan hurries hight and noises loud
With white neck peering to the evening clowd.
The weary rooks to distant woods are gone.
With lengths of tail the magpie winnows on
To neighbouring tree, and leaves the distant crow
While small birds nestle in the edge below.
fantastic shadows of birds
Never your bird, never finch
never graceful feathered thing.
You are the gull, Jo, strong and wild, fond of the storm and the wind, flying far out to sea, and happy all alone.
Sent as a present from Annam
A red cockatoo.
Coloured like the peach-tree blossom,
Speaking with the speech of men.
And they did to it what is always done
To the learned and eloquent.
They took a cage with stout bars
And shut it up inside.
Gliders, sail planes, they're wonderful flying machines. It's the closest you can come to being a bird.
Sun-struck,
stuck in mid tropic strut, it sometimes stands
as if considering how to cool avian plastic,
dive into the mown lagoon of lawn;
how take flight on dayglow flap-
doodle wings, no matter
if it is ball-bald going nowhere fast.
A flock of seagulls rise and swoop above the black profile of the moor, and they are so luminous, so fragile, it would be easy to mistake them for shreds of paper.
Like a black pirate flag on the blue ocean of air, a hawk hung ominous; then, plummet-wise, dropped to the hedgerow, whence there rose, thin and shrill, a piteous voice of squealing. By
Birds are everywhere in our literature, a part, it seems, of our collective poetic imagination. If writing a beautiful line of poetry fills a poet's heart with joy, imagine how that same poet's soul must take flight at the sight of swallows soaring through the evening sky!
An alkie in full defiant
If I were an animal, I would be an eagle.
Who will not change a raven for a dove?
The Golden Eagle, which has universally been considered as a bird of most extraordinary powers of flight, is in my estimation little more than a sluggard, though its wings are long and ample.
Flight, its upper and lower wings spread wide, its toy-car wheels resting lightly on the grass, its long tail tapering behind. The weather was fine with gentle breezes, and the little aircraft trembled in the wind,
I share my name with an aerobatic bird that can whiz across a whole summer sky in seconds. A swift is so equipped for speed that it can scarcely cope with being stationary.
Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!" Quoth the raven, "Nevermore.
Sometimes goldfinches one by one will drop From low hung branches; little space they stop; But sip, and twitter, and their feathers sleek; Then off at once, as in a wanton freak: Or perhaps, to show their black, and golden wings Pausing upon their yellow flutterings.
Pair of Stephens Island wrens, which were found only on a small, isolated island in New Zealand's Cook Strait. All were killed by a lighthouse keeper's cat.
No bird soars in a calm. WILBUR WRIGHT
Pel-i-cans, their beaks hold more than their bellies can.
The simple bird has the freedom to fly anywhere, and yet here we stay
Ill news are swallow-winged, but what is good walks on crutches.
Swans in the winter air
A white perfection have
Australopithecus.
Gulls fly overhead
While waves slap against rocks
From dusk till dawn.
A rare bird upon the earth and very much like a black swan.
This is a leviathan I am about to ship out to sea ...
Everyone likes birds. What wild creature is more accessible to our eyes and ears, as close to us and everyone in the world, as universal as a bird?
Not an angel of the air,
Bird melodious or bird fair,
Be absent hence!
A flat black bug, that is London.
The Bird of Hermes is my name, eating my wings to make me tame.
The white Aylesbury duck is, and deservedly, a universal favourite. Its snowy plumage and comfortable comportment make it a credit to the poultry-yard, while its broad and deep breast, and its ample back, convey the assurance that your satisfaction will not cease at its death.
A falcon is the perfect hunter.
Like mighty eagle soaring light. O'er antelopes on Alpine height. The anchor heaves, the ship swings free, The sails swell full. To sea, to sea!
The bird that flutters least is longest on the wing.
He is a male butterfly without the wings - the same kind of grace of a very young horse, so angular.
Her collarbones like wings that spread from the base of her throat to the ends of her shoulders. A bird held down by skin
The Eagle, he was lord above
To begin with, you've got to understand that a seagull is an unlimited idea of freedom, an image of the Great Gull, and your whole body, from wingtip to wingtip, is nothing more than your thought itself.
I am the hawk and there's blood in my feathers, but time is still turning they soon will be dry. And all those who see me and all who believe in me, share in the freedom I feel when I fly.
A pigeon flying with the ravens will start to caw!
It's called a sea anchor,' [Evanlyn] explained. 'It'll stop us drifting too far.'
Alyss was impressed. 'And you said you were pig-ignorant when it came to boats.'
'I don't remember saying that,' Evanlyn replied with a frown.
Alyss shrugged. 'Oh? Well, it must have been me.
soaring with the eagles leaving the turkeys behind
What shell did not feel the sound waves and which bird did not face at least once the wind?
It's surely summer. for there's a swallow: Come one swallow, his mate will follow, The bird race quicken and wheel and thicken.
a cloud of black-and-orange butterflies for the Mullendores.
The closer the bird is to the surface of the water, the firmer and more inelastic is the uplift of the rising air. The bird appears to almost feel the surface with the tip of its weather wing.
The creature all men on Arrakis fear, you treat it like a riding animal.
The birds looked upon me as nothing but a man, quite a trifling creature without wings - and they would have nothing to do with me. Were it not so I would build a small cabin for myself among their crowd of nests and pass my days counting the sea waves.
I wonder at the weight of a Sparrow.
Must be nice to be a seagull. You eat, you sleep, you shag, and if you're having a bad day you can shite on everyone from a great height. Doesn't even have to be a bad day, you can do it just for fun.
Who would attempt to fly with the tiny wings of a sparrow when the mighty power of an eagle has been given him
a creature of impulse.
It is a foul bird that filleth his own nest.
A Tribute to the Kite ...
Oh such joy what a splendor has never
been heard, of a string that would lend you the wings of a bird.
Dead voices, lost sounds, forgotten noises, vibrations lockstepping into the abyss and now too distant ever to be recaptured! ... What sort of arrows would be able to transfix such birds?
Adventures of Robin Hood, The Sea Hawk,
I guessed it was a migratory bird, too innocent to be wary of the spiders in the jungle grass. It worried be to think that we were a little like that bird
Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.
A bird who wants to fly high will never frighten of sky
First I shall name the eagle, of which there are three species: the great grey eagle is the largest, of great strength and high flight; he chiefly preys on fawns and other young quadrupeds.
Elusive, spectacular, utterly at home, the fact of these British goshawks makes me happy. Their existence gives the lie to the thought that the wild is always something untouched by human hearts and hands. The wild can be human work. It
But who does hawk at eagles with a dove?
I don't want a be bird because birds get attacked too much. But it would be cool to fly.
As I began researching butterflies, however, the monarch stood out among all of them. It's the only butterfly - the only insect - that migrates like a bird or a whale!
Large angels take a long time unfolding their wings, but when they do, soar out of sight.
O for a horse with wings!
You know, I'm an eagle, flying around in the mountains.
The eagle suffers little birds to sing, And is not careful what they mean thereby, Knowing that with the shadow of his wings He can at pleasure stint their melody: Even so mayest thou the giddy men of Rome.
Cormorant fishing:
How stirring,
How saddening
A beautiful day with the buoyancy of a bird.
...the petrel, mindless of such height,
scales each watery hill
that rises up, adapting to the shape
of each impediment, each low escape
instinct in it, the scope of its flight
fitted to its will.
What species is he?" "British
In the tide pool I was riveted by fat pink sea stars sitting like satisfied gangsters and seemingly unconcerned by their exposure; gulls would peck at them but the sea stars simply grew replacement limbs.
Each flies with its own kind: pigeon with pigeon, hawk with hawk.
Why be an ostrich?
A gem of an island glimmered in the bright, blue sea. Here the winged and webbed, hoofed and horned, mighty and meek, all lived in peace.
A bird no one wants. he's mine. my bird of pain. he doesn't sing. that bird swaying on the bough.
When eagles are silent, parrots begin to chatter.
One of my favorite ways to eat albacore is tuna poke.
Poetry is a diary kept by a sea creature who lives on land and wishes he could fly.
Some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs.
A gathering nimbus obscured the sun's light and out from the gathered clouds looped and coiled the guardian of the avian world. With a trail of inferno in her wake, it was Alicanto
I'm not very keen for doves or hawks. I think we need more owls.