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Now hang on a ding darn minute.
A male frigate bird blows up a wild red pouch on his neck. He can keep it puffed up for hours. It is his way of impressing the girls.
Thudded heavily against the snow as the thunderous roar of the yellow, glowing-eyed,
A clock struck out the hour of twelve, and the bird in the hedgerow was still singing as we marched out to the roadway, and followed our merry pipers home to town.
The chicken thing let out a whispering cackle.
Madame, may I see your dog's chit, please,
The behavior of the pigeon
is beyond reproach,
but the mountain cuckoo?
He doesn't jingle my chimes.
Jinglebell jingled his bell
swallowed by another noise: an indistinct thudder.
Some accidental frequency in the siren had lit a gene like a flare in their rib cages, freeing them - for what greater freedom could there be than to forget your home?
Shoo! said Mrs. Higgler. The birds started at her, incuriously, and did not leave. One of them ducked its head down into the grass, came up again with a lizard struggling in its beak. A gulp and a shake, and the lizard was a bulge in the bird's neck. The
repeated the motions. He was bored out of his mind. A pigeon had arrived at his family's manor the day before. It brought a message stating the Queen was
(The only birdcall I know is the Road Runner's BEEP BEEP.)
I am a song bird, I am a meek song bird, I offer my prayer to the Lord.
Despite the loud booing from Shari and Greg, Bird managed to punch the ball past the shortstop for a single.
"Lucky hit!" Greg yelled, cupping his hands into a megaphone.
Bird pretended not to hear him.
Orma had given me a timepiece that emitted blasphemy-inducing chirps at whatever early hour I specified.
Those are the most monotonous fuckin' crickets I ever heard in my life.
Whenever you have a tight situation and there's a close pitch, the umpire gets a squawk no matter how he calls it.
Speech is often barren; but silence also does not necessarily brood over a full nest. Your still fowl, blinking at you without remark, may all the while be sitting on one addled egg; and when it takes to cackling will have nothing to announce but that addled delusion.
From outside came a sudden and loud music of birds celebrating their existence.
He turned on to the track and wondered why no birds were singing. The only sound he could hear was the buzz and rattle of a drill, which he assumed to be the farmer doing something to a fence. It was, in fact, a woodpecker whose presence would have thrilled him had he known what it was.
Jagged Peak padded in. Holly hurried to greet him. "You're back!" Quiet Rain pushed herself to her paws, nudging Pebble Heart away. "My son!" Jagged Peak paused, eyes wide. "Quiet Rain?" Joy lit up his gaze and he hurried to greet her.
Well caught, Cloudpaw," he meowed. "I didn't see you coming until it was too late." "Nor did this stupid bird," crowed Cloudpaw, flicking his tail smugly.
crackle to life. Recognizing the captain's voice, she reached
Hail to thee, blithe spirit! Bird thou never wert.
May sun finches warble sweet melodies in his ear,
Birds coming home to roost.
We were all silent except for blink, blink, blink, blink, blink.
Listen, sweet Dove, unto my song, And spread thy golden wings in me; Hatching my tender heart so long, Till it get wing, and flie away with Thee.
Whistle a birdcall. The mockingjay cocks its head and whistles the call right back at me. Then, to my surprise, Pollux whistles a few notes of his own. The bird answers him immediately.
Hey hey hey, you had your time. Ding! my turn.
So you're the Pigeon, huh?"
"No," I snapped. "I have a name."
He seemed amused at the way I regarded him, which only served to make me angrier.
"Well? What is it?" he asked.
I took a bite of the last apple spear on my plate, ignoring him.
"Pigeon it is, then," he shrugged.
When the eagles are silent, the parrots begin to jabber.
Grumph let out a harrumph, which indicated either that he was unharmed and waiting patiently for a new opportunity to arise, or that a sparrow had shit in his porridge.
Blasted spam pigeons!
Rooks were cawing somewhere, and bells were ringing, and from the oxpens the steady beat of a gas engine announced the ascent of the evening Royal Mail zeppelin for London.
the distant cries of the seagulls
A lost bird appeared in the court and was half an hour jumping around between the spikenard. It sang a progressive note, rising an octave at a time, until it became so acute that it was necessary to imagine it.
She was speaking again, her voice like the chirp of a bird who has flown into a black tunnel but does not yet know it.
Instead of singing, like the birds, I silently smiled at my incessant good fortune. As the sparrow had its trill, sitting on the hickory before my door, so I had my chuckle or suppressed warble which he might hear out of my nest.
Although we didn't invite Lucinda, she arrived anyway-with a gift.
"No need," Char and I chimed together.
"Remember when you were a squirrel," Mandy said.
Cogg would suddenly stand stock still. "Listen," he would say. Some feeble quack would be heard from the willow beyond the pond. "That's an easy one to tell. The frog-pippit." Then he would add, As a safety measure, "As I believe they call it in these parts."
Nugget?" said Micah, offering a lump to Toby.
"Thanks," said Toby. He took a bite and chewed thoughtfully.
"I think maybe it is a squirrel." He said.
The music soars within the little lark, And the lark soars.
No matter how long the birds shall keep making noise, they shall surely retire to bed with closed beaks!
Hail, Piper McLean," Chiron announced gravely, as if he were speaking at her funeral. "Daughter of Aphrodite, lady of the doves, goddess of love.
Have you heard a cuckoo yet?" I asked Steapa. "Not yet." "It's time to go," I said, "unless you want to kill me?" "Maybe later," Steapa said, "but for the moment I'll fight beside you." And
Everything beeps now.
No siren did ever so charm the ear of the listener as the listening ear has charmed the soul of the siren.
No more birds for me."
"I like birds," I said.
"I've given them up. You saved my life."
"I told you. I didn't do it on purpose.
Mphhh ... What did you say Tyler?' Anna-Louise mumbles on the bed above me.
I stand up, and a tame blue bird lands on my shoulder and tries to nibble my earlobe. I gently shake Anna-Louise fully awake. 'Anna-Louise, wake-up,' I say. 'Wake up
the world is alive.
The Nightingale has sung
Aggle flabble kabble . . . snurp?
Each week, I post a video about some 'Pigeon of Discontent' raised by a reader. Because, as much as we try to find the 'Bluebird of Happiness,' we're also plagued by those small but pesky 'Pigeons of Discontent.'
Flapping my arms I began to cluck, look at me, I'm the disco duck.
You saved us in the nick of time."
"Have I saved you?" asked the Hemulen in surprise. "I didn't mean to. I was looking for the caterpillars that were making such a noise down there." (Hemulens are generally a bit slow in grasping an idea, but they are very pleasant if you don't annoy them.)
And then he was silent; and from far above they heard the sounds of crows flying, cawing angrily. "Crows. Family Corvidae. Collective noun," intoned Mr. Croup, relishing the sound of the word. "a murder.
It's when the crickets stop singing that you know the enemy is near and the battle is about to begin.
Squirrel as in squirrel squirrel?
We've been sitting in our tree chirping like foolish birds for over a century now, wondering why no other birds answered. The galactic skies are full of hawks, that's why. Planetisms that don't know enough to keep quiet, get eaten.
Not an angel of the air,
Bird melodious or bird fair,
Be absent hence!
A well-bred duckling spreads his feet wide apart, just like his father and mother, in this way. Now bend your neck, and say 'quack.'" The
Better a sparrow, living or dead, than no birdsong at all.
O thou who art the sparrow's friend," he said, "have mercy on this world that knows not even when it sins. O holy dove, descend and roost on Godric here so that a heart may hatch in him at last. Amen
Don't quack like a duck, soar like an eagle.
...the nest is agiggle with excitement.
The thunder kills the unhatched birds in their eggs.' 'Peg
When eagles are silent, parrots begin to chatter.
The wren goes to't
The crack of the bat, the sound of baseballs thumping into gloves, the infield chatter are like birdsong to the baseball starved.
What bird are you calling?' I ask, finally, when I can't stand it any longer. The bird man stops whistling. He grins, so that I can see all his pebbly teeth. He holds out a hand to me over the broth-thin water. 'You.
It was as if someone had left
the bird there
as a kind of telegram
of feathers, oily feathers
that looked like they'd struggled,
shuttered a little before letting go
into flight
forever.
...every piece of the laughing was a tiny bird come tumbling out to fly around the room.
We're lucky to have you, Featherwhisker," Dappletail meowed. No cat spoke up for Goosefeather. With
This aim was frankly admitted in the Newspeak word duckspeak, meaning "to quack like a duck." Like various other words in the B vocabulary, duckspeak was ambivalent in meaning. Provided
He puffed out his pigeon chest and waddled across the room towards me. With his feet pointing outwards, he looked like a fat duck with a grievance.
It's good to see you," Said Haru.
"You can see me?" asked Marcus, patting himself in sudden shock."The potion must have worn off! That's the last time I give my lunch to a talking squirrel".
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And now the tiresome chirping of a cricket that no human ingenuity could locate, began. Next the ghastly ticking of a death-watch in the wall at the bed's head made Tom shudder - it meant that somebody's days were numbered.
A bird awoke in his chest, and it cautiously spread its wings, amazed to find that it was still alive. It wanted out. It wanted to burst from his chest, taking his heart with it, and soar up into the sky.
There was a rustle of chirruping sparrows in the green lacquer leaves of the ivy, and the blue cloud-shadows chased themselves across the grass like swallows.
The cicadas were singing a song.
It was a one-noted, one-worded; The words sounded like "please".
They were singing and singing and singing and the whole world was falling down.
Hatched in the same nest.
Colonel Hugh Pickering - Well, I'm dashed!
The hedgehog was engaged in a fight with another hedgehog, which seemed to Alice an excellent opportunity for croqueting one of them with the other: the only difficulty was, that her flamingo was gone across to
Hongry rooster don't cackle w'en he fine a wum.
She barked like a dog and crowed like a rooster.
four tumbling, squealing cubs,
The voice so sweet, the words so fair, As some soft chime had stroked the air; And though the sound had parted thence, Still left an echo in the sense.
Lonely stillness - a single cicada's cry sinking into stone
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.
Rise and shine, porcupines!
In springtime, the only pretty ring time
Birds sing, hey ding
A-ding, a-ding
Sweet lovers love the spring -
Squee." 1 (verb): To emit an onomatopoetic girlish swooning sound out of pure fanboy adulation. 2 (noun): the sound itself.
There was a bird whistle as Polly neared the hiding place. She identified this one as the sound of the Very Bad Bird Impersonator ...
My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, won't you play with my ding-a-ling.Play-- Chuck Berry
In the drowsy heat of the summer afternoon the Red House was taking its siesta. There was a lazy murmur of bees in the flower-borders, a gentle cooing of pigeons in the tops of the elms. From
Your feather are drooping. - Evaline
...
Drat. - Mina
Furious flutter awakened hummingbird heart hello hello love