birds

It's a good thing we have gravity or else when birds died they'd just stay right up there. Hunters would be all confused.

I planted some bird seed. A bird came up. Now I don't know what to feed it.

What is joy? It is a bird That we all want to catch. It is the same bird That we all love to see flying.

On a tree by a river a little tom-tit Sang 'Willow, titwillow, titwillow!' And I said to him, 'Dicky-bird, why do you sit Singing 'Willow, titwillow, titwillow?' 'Is it a weakness of intellect, birdie? I cried, 'Or a rather tough worm in your little inside?' With a shake of his poor little head he replied, 'Oh, willow, titwillow, titwillow!'

I'm youth, I'm joy, I'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg.

Faith is like a bird that feels dawn breaking and sings while it is still dark.

All Nature seems at work.
Slugs leave their lair -
The bees are stirring - birds are on the wing -
And Winter slumbering in the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!
And I the while, the sole unbusy thing,
Nor honey make nor pair, nor build, nor sing.

Someday I'll be a weather-beaten skull resting on a grass pillow, Serenaded by a stray bird or two. Kings and commoners end up the same, No more enduring than last night's dream.

Words are heavy like rocks, they weigh you down. If birds could talk they wouldn't be able to fly.

There is nothing in which the birds differ more from man than the way in which they can build and yet leave a landscape as it was before.