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It's a Magril - a bird that's native to Gillikin Country. It spends half its life as a beetle, and when it's an adult, it goes to sleep for a year and wakes up as this majestic creature."
"Kind of like a butterfly."
"Kind of like you," he said.
The air is crowded with birds
beautiful, tender, intelligent birds
to whom life is a song.
Carter-headed chicken.
Butterflies ... flowers that fly and all but sing.
Here come the hum the golden bees
Underneath full blossomed trees,
At once with glowing fruit and flowers crowned.
What if hummingbirds lost their wings? We had twenty-four hours to come back with an answer, and it took her precisely ten hours and seven minutes to text me back: Then it would rain for days and the world would know the rage of the grieving sky.
A pigeon flying with the ravens will start to caw!
O Blackbird! sing me something well: While all the neighbors shoot thee round, I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground, Where thou may'st warble, eat and dwell.
He has the attention span of a hummingbird.
Short swallow-flights of song, that dip Their wings in tears, and skim away.
Every time I see a bluebird, I say, well, hey, all this hard work is all worth while.
little red bird. Don't go.
It is a foul bird that filleth his own nest.
What could thunderbirds want with us?" I wondered aloud [ ... ] "We'll find out when Big Bird wakes up," Marc said. My father shook his head. "We'll find out now. Wake him up and make him sing.
What's the fastest migratory bird on Earth?" "An airplane.
I am a song bird, I am a meek song bird, I offer my prayer to the Lord.
A hummingbird cake, she decided as she turned on the kitchen light. It was made with bananas and pineapples and pecans and had a cream cheese frosting.
She would make it light enough to float away.
She reached over to open the window.
To float to her daughter.
I'm a cage, in search of a bird.
Most people do not know this, but hummingbirds also feed on small insects. Among the many insects that hummingbirds feed on, they especially like spiders, gnats, aphids, caterpillars, flies and mosquitoes. They are fairly aggressive hunters and insects can make up to 1/4 of their daily diet!
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?
The moment a little boy is concerned with which is a jay and which is a sparrow, he can no longer see the birds or hear them sing.
My heart is like a singing bird.
The bird that hath been limed in a bush, with trembling wings misdoubteth every bush.
The simple bird has the freedom to fly anywhere, and yet here we stay
A rare bird on this earth, like nothing so much as a black swan.
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.
The demented strutting of a dumb bird in the moonlight.
The bird that flutters least is longest on the wing.
Somewhere, a sparrow is singing in B minor.
A large bird, a buzzard perhaps, was circling on high on a current of air, a tiny, soaring point of black, looking for food, of course, as all of us did, in one way or another.
You're flightier than a hummingbird on crack.
And hear the pleasant cockoo, loud and long - The simple bird that thinks two notes a song.
A beautiful day with the buoyancy of a bird.
When he had explained why investors who wanted low risk and moderate returns should put their capital into national debt shares, Daisy had interrupted him by asking, Father, wouldn't it be wonderful if hummingbirds had tea parties and we were small enough to be invited?
I have stated, that in the thirteen species of ground-finches, a nearly perfect gradation may be traced, from a beak extraordinarily thick, to one so fine, that it may be compared to that of a warbler.
Mockingbirds don't do one thing except make music for us to enjoy.
I am a cage, in search of a bird.
Not an angel of the air,
Bird melodious or bird fair,
Be absent hence!
The greater koa finch, an innocuous member of the honeycreeper family, lurked shyly in the canopies of koa trees, but if someone imitated its song it would abandon its cover at once and fly down in a show of welcome.
Let the bird sing without deciphering the song.
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.
The bird is gone, and in what meadow does it now sing?
Somewhere outside, a goldfinch was singing. Or maybe it was a song sparrow. My dad tried to teach me different kinds of bird songs, but I couldn't quite remember.
And the redwinged blackbirds sing in the budding greengage plumtree.
The sounds of extinct birds may be preserved in the songs of mockingbirds
Sqwaak!" from Fletcher, the environmental crime fighting parrot in The Big Belch graphic novel by Kay Wood.
A lake. A prayer. It's so lovely to be lovely in Private -Finch
Never give up listening to the sounds of birds.
Everyone in me is a bird
I am beating all my wings
No bird in a cage ever speaks. What is there to say? The sky is everywhere, churning above its head, blue and endless, calling out to it. But the caged bird can't answer anything except 'I cannot'.
Somewhere a bird sang, its chant hanging plaintive and melancholy in the still air ... I think it's a sort of lark or something. Our tradition has it that they sing with the voices of lost lovers. If the stars are smiling on them, you will hear its mate call back in a moment.
What is a bird if it can't fly? It might as well be a cockroach.
For two summers not a blue wing, not a blue warble. I seemed to miss something kindred and precious from my environment
the visible embodiment of the tender sky and wistful soil. What a loss, I said, to coming generations of dwellers in the country
no bluebird in spring!
It's surely summer. for there's a swallow: Come one swallow, his mate will follow, The bird race quicken and wheel and thicken.
No bird soars in a calm. WILBUR WRIGHT
She - come to think of it, she was kind of like a bird herself - real sweet and pretty, but kind of timid and - fluttery.
So many birds sitting around, on a dead wire, a bare branch, a cold ground, a drifting seashore; never realizing the glory in their wings and where it can take them, nor the envy as we look on them.
A bird hopped onto the foaming lilac outside. Its throat quivered; notes rose and fell out. As long as it kept singing and I kept staring, I told myself, I wouldn't start crying.
I Just want people to see me," she said. "I want to walk into a room and have them know I'm there. I just don't want to be invisible anymore."
"I see you, hummingbird
Cicadas, buckling and unbuckling their stomach muscles, yield the sound of someone sharpening scissors. Fall field crickets, the thermometer hounds, add high-pitched tinkling chirps to the jazz, and their call quickens with warm weather, slows again with cool.
If you're a bird... I'm a bird...
If only the best birds sang, the forest would be silent.
On the opposite bank, a hummingbird, whirring it's invisible wings, ate the heart of a giant tiger lily.
I am a caged bird,
rattling the bars of my cage,
with furious flutterings,
break my chains!
Free my spirit!
Let me fly with the wings you have drawn upon my soul
with heaven dipped ink
Each bird must sing with his own throat.
TOPER. Yesterday I carried to wait on a Relation of ours that has a Parrot, and whilst I was discoursing about some private Business, she converted the Bird, and now it talks of nothing but the Light of the Spirit, and the Inward man.
Whither away, Bluebird, Whither away? The blast is chill, yet in the upper sky Thou still canst find the color of thy wing, The hue of May. Warbler, why speed, thy southern flight? ah, why, Thou, too, whose song first told us of the Spring? Whither away?
I walk through the seasons and always the birds
are singing and screaming and keening for love
When you're with me it seems so absurd
that I should be jealous of the jay and the dove.
What's green, hangs on a wall and whistles?
I am not an ornithologist - I am a bird.
The song of thrush and blackbird, joy that falls so gently on the ears to celebrate another day of life and living, flying free.
A bird is joy incarnate.
She's a blackbird sitting in a tree staring out at the world, daring the wind to come and knock her off the swaying bough.
Phoenix, n.
The classical prototype of the modern 'small hot bird.'
A certain red cardinal sounded like a little bottle being filled up, up, up with some clear liquid.
They looked like butterflies, except that they had the long, pointed beaks of hummingbirds, and they seemed to be made out of darkness and air.
How can a bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing?
I walk where once the grass was green And mourn the lark that sings no more What bird could sing whose eyes have seen Broken blossoms on the field of war?
The nightingale has a lyre of gold, The lark's is a clarion call, And the blackbird plays but a boxwood flute, But I love him best of all. For his song is all the joy of life, And we in the mad spring weather, We two have listened till he sang Our hearts and lips together.
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?
When the eagles are silent, the parrots begin to jabber.
This may be one of the most astonishing, and tragic, hummingbird effects in all of twentieth-century technology: someone builds a machine to listen to sound waves bouncing off icebergs, and a few generations later, millions of female fetuses are aborted thanks to that very same technology.
Now it's the bee... Gees! Bees are now endangered species... Without them life won't be sweet!
Flutter like a hummingbird,
Dive like an eagle,
Ain't no bird that's my equal.
- Twilight
Called by the sirens and followed by an albatross.
O Cuckoo! shall I call thee bird, Or but a wandering voice?
I see at intervals the glance of a curious sort of bird through the close set bars of a cage: a vivid, restless, resolute captive is there; were it but free, it would soar cloud-high.
There is a blue bird in my heart that wants to get out.
I have an African gray parrot; her name is Eli. We thought she was a boy. And a blue-streaked lory named Marco. He's 10. And a yellow and green parakeet, Petey. He's very cute, but he's getting old.
Birding to Change the World,
A little roving, solitary thing.
Each flies with its own kind: pigeon with pigeon, hawk with hawk.
The bird is powered by its own life and by its motivation.
Why does a silly bird go on saying "chiff-chaff" all day long? Is it happiness or hiccups?
A springful of larks in a rolling Cloud and the roadside bushes brimming with whistling Blackbirds and the sun of October Summery On the hill's shoulder.
A rare bird upon the earth and very much like a black swan.
I am watching bees.
As Siri walked along that oh-so-noisy riverbank on his way to work, he saw a pelican gliding above the surface of the water. It was a marvelous bird, proud and resourceful, and he imagined how it would taste with a little chili paste and fresh yams. Hungry people made poor environmentalists.
I like to think that the colors and sounds and words have nothing to do with him, that they're all me and my own brilliant, complicated, buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, godlike brain" -Finch
A man who never sees a bluebird only half lives.