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No self-respecting bird in good health would allow its feathers to look ruffled. No confident cougar would let its fur long remain matted and dirty.
You can't put feathers on a dog and call it a chicken!
A bird painted not with beauty but with all the dirt and wounds collected in a long hard life, in battle, in love, with torn feathers and a busted leg and a chipped beak and one of its eyes half closed; and yet a bird of deeper loveliness for all of that.
The feather was a thing, when I was a kid, we used to find feathers around the house, and whenever we found them, my mum used to say it was my nan leaving them around for us to find, so that was quite sweet.
Losing one feather does not prevent a bird from flying.
misbegotten cockwaffle.
What kind of bird do you think these feathers come from?' she asked.
'I don't know. A swan?'
'You had better stop wearing those wings, then.
A swan might fall in love with you. And as you
probably know, swans mate for life.'
'You are a funny one, Rose.
You're not a proper dragon', they sneered. 'You can't fly.' 'You can't breathe fire.' 'You're covered in feathers, you big...softy.'
"We're covered in feathers,' says Bib. "Yes," says Mummy, "feathers keep us warm, but they can't keep cold words out.
Erotica is using a feather; pornograpy is using the whole chicken.
Lumpyface Lumpyhead
Jealous of a bitty bird, he was.
Hope is the thing with feathers
little red bird. Don't go.
My fur is silky, damn it.
Lemon Featherlight was an ex-Marine, a full-blood Mayaimi Indian, irritatingly handsome in a piratical sort of way, a condition even more grating because all the women loved him, and made even moreso because he was actually a decent guy, and nobody needed that.
a misbegotten cockwaffle.
The pillow was heaven feathers in six-hundred-count cotton joy.
Beautiful women rarely possess sufficient depth of character to survive without their pretty feathers.
Oh. I didn't know that." "So, you're naming your dog Feathers because ...
Don't be hating on my peacock. It's just not right. - Kye
I am light as a feather, I am as happy as an angel, I am as merry as a schoolboy
Touch my baby and I will string you up by your ankles, bird. I will pluck your feathers one by one then douse you in some flour and seasoning before I deep fry you a crispy golden brown.
My father was a vulture. My mother was a magpie. My oldest brother is a crow. My sister, a sparrow. I have never really been a bird."
Lila resisted the urge to say he might have been a peacock. It didn't seem the time.
Fo lo, the gentil kind of the lioun! For when a flye offendeth him or byteth, He with his tayl awey the flye smyteth Al esily, for, of his genterye, Him deyneth net to wreke him on a flye, As cloth a curre or elles another beste.
I shall call him Tufty.
OK. ... A blue feather." He looked at me blankly. "Richard? A blue feather?
Shined, combed, brushed and gorgeous
I thought unicorns were more . . . Fluffy.
Childish and slender creature! It seemed as if a linnet had hopped to my foot and proposed to bear me on its tiny wing.
Fletcher Lynd Seagull was still quite young, but already he knew that no bird had ever been so harshly treated by any Flock, or with so much injustice.
Sweet bird, that shun the noise of folly, most musical, most melancholy!
There is nothing more delightful in life than a feather bed and an open fire - except a feather bed with a warm and tender lover in it.
In my raveling thoughts I flew away, as if my spirit were nestled in the breast feathers of some passing hornbill or waxwing.
(By the way, I would not recommend stuffing your pillow with vulture feathers. They're not very comfy.)
He thought that I was after him for a feather
The white one in his tail: like one who takes everything said as personal to himself.
Where's Feathertail? Graystripe's gaze flicked past Stormfur as if he expected to see the pale-gray she-cat waiting at the foot of the rocks. Squirrelpaw stared at her paws. Poor, poor Stormfur. He brought the worst news of all, to RiverClan as well as ThunderClan.
Her collarbones like wings that spread from the base of her throat to the ends of her shoulders. A bird held down by skin
Don't cook that chicken - it still has feathers.
Feather-footed through the plashy fen passes the questing vole.'
William Boot
To console the girl for the loss of her feathered friend.
There's nothing half so mortal as a grey goose feather.
A purring noise woke him. Something furry was curled on his chest. Jarby opened one eye slowly. Something black, white, buff, and lemon-smelling. He glared at her and groaned. Stupid wytzl. Buffi chirruped and fluttered away to Poke.
Wet catkins fur the twigs of a willow.
She was enveloped from head to foot in a raccoon fur coat, with a jaunty hat of the same, trimmed only with a bright quill feather.
coltish-looking,
How can you be dour when you have a tiny duck?
All hen are created equal but some have more feather than others.
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.
Everton" (Francis)
Alex turned his head to view a rainbow peacock mask bobbing toward him. "Good Lord, Francis, you are replendent," he said admiringly.
The peacock stopped beside him. "Dash it, Everton, how'd you know it was me?"
You're still wearing your faux ruby ring.
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.
The feathers have been retired to the London Hard Rock Cafe. I don't obsess about it as much. Also, it's strange - the better physical shape I get in, the less I care about what suit I'm covering myself up in. I'm not really out to flaunt it, but I'm just more comfortable in my own skin.
I tucked the feather into my bra, then glanced up at the sudden heavy silence. "What?"
Blake grinned. "What else you got in there? Can I see?"
"Shut up, Blake!" said the rest of the boys.
I don't look like no kiwi bird
He seems to be a bird of few words.
'You ain't got any tobacco,' he said scornfully to Bunyip Bluegum. 'I can see that at a glance. You're one of the non smoking sort, all fur and feathers.'
Oh, what is that bird?'
'It is a wheatear. We have seen between two and three hundred since we set out, and I have told you their name twice, nay, three times.
Why am I covered in feathers?" I asked, confused.
He exhaled impatiently. "I bit a pillow. Or two ...
Really was the most tactless person upon earth, - a fluffy, feathery, untidy cockatoo of a man, perfectly good-natured, but absolutely centered upon his own silly self.
i feel the spring breeze ruffling
the new-hatched damp of my unfurling
feathers; i see with eyes bleary from egg-dark
the shell clinging sticky to my screaming
beak.
Agnes like she was a baby bird. Dabney felt a combination of
Irish-sparkle-fish,-- Anne Eliot
I love puffins. They are small, round gothic birds, and their babies are called pufflings.
And...remember the phoenix feather.
Laurie, you're an angel! How shall I ever thank you?"
"Fly at me again. I rather liked it," said Laurie, looking
mischievous, a thing he had not done for a fortnight.
was a bird. A bird struggling through stickiness: a bird coated in paint, floundering in its nest, splashing color everywhere. Red. Red. Red. Dozens of them: black feathers coated thickly with crimson-colored paint, fluttering among the branches. Red
This? It's a feather-coin. I made it.'
'What is it for?'
'It isn't for anything. It's a toy.'
'It's for annoying people,' said Mogget from Sam's pack. 'If you don't put it away, I shall eat it.
Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
She is a peacock in everything but beauty!
Pride's chickens have bonny feathers, but they are an expensive brood to rear. They eat up everything, and are always lean when brought to market.
Who will not change a raven for a dove?
How do you know but ev'ry Bird that cuts the airy way,
Is an immense world of delight, clos'd by your senses five?
I wonder, now - yes, why not - unusual combination - holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple.
A pigeon flying with the ravens will start to caw!
A rare bird upon the earth and very much like a black swan.
A little roving, solitary thing.
He had a bushy unibrow that could house a family of quail.
Gilly Gilleshpee
The bisy larke, messager of day.
thin and elegant as a mantis
We are feathered by our memories.
I say and maintain, that of all torcheculs, arsewisps, bumfodders, tail-napkins, bunghole cleansers, and wipe-breeches, there is none in the world comparable to the neck of a goose ...
I was always a lover of soft-winged things.
A rare bird on this earth, like nothing so much as a black swan.
I've never been a fluffy sort of woman ...
He may have hair upon his chest but, sister, so has Lassie.
Frightfully pale and perpetually odd
If only I had feathered wings,
that could bend and curve and reach,
beyond imagined dreams,
unhindered by the weight of earth.
Hal: " ... Then we'll leave in a huff, taking you with us."
"I've always wanted to travel in a huff," Ingvar mused. "It sounds very comfortable. I imagine they're well padded."
"Lined with feathers, in fact," Gilan put in.
Only the chicken-lover will understand me. He will give me a kindly look, maybe mildly desirous. His eyes will tell me: You might look a lot better with some reddish-brown feathers.
I'm light and airy.
Today on the way home, it snows. Big, soft caressing flakes fall onto our skin like cold moths; the air fills with feathers.
The bird Imagination, That flies so far, that dies so soon; Her wings are colored like the sun, Her breast is colored like the moon.
Worldfoam. I like that. It sounds fluffy.
Nature: a place where birds fly around uncooked
I watched as she stretched over the board to flick off a fallen leaf. Underneath her thin cotton shell, I saw how fragile the bones in her back were, far too sliver-prone, far too light to support a pair of wings.
Seagulls ... slim yachts of the element.
Twitchy little ferret, aren't you, Malfoy?
My Little Pegasus pyjamas, the
There's 5 levels of fatness! Fluffy is one of the levels. There's big, healthy, husky, fluffy and damn.
Hey, look at me! Look at me! Look at me! And ... look at me. Will he think I'm sexy enough? Will he find me wholesome enough? Am I fuckable? Is he allergic to feathers?!