Avian flu or H5N1 is still primarily a disease among animals, … Human deaths have been almost exclusively among humans who came into contact with infected birds. The virus has not shown itself to be...

O Indra, destroy all those lustful people behaving like birds…. angry ones behaving like wolves…. greedy ones behaving like vultures…. enticed ones like owls….. arrogant ones like eagles and the jealous ones behaving like dogs.

Nope. But I do want to have a seat on a chair with wheels and roll along with you.” So maybe flight isn’t so cool after all. Possibly birds get pissed off they have to...

Power lines are great places to hang my clothes—especially since my closet is full of birds. I make love like I have wings and know how to fly.

In East Sussex, let us say, an old farm sleeps in sun-dapple, its oast-house with its cowls echoing the distant steeple of SS Andrew and Mary, Fletching, where de Montfort had prayed and Gibbon now...

When a group of people sing together, we make up a chorus. When birds do, it’s more like a whole symphony orchestra.

Vultures are the most righteous of birds: they do not attack even the smallest living creature.

I told him, ‘You probably don’t like me, but I like you,’ … Once they get the ‘Birds on the helmet …

Look at this place. The T-Birds could use something like this.

Never look for birds of this year in the nests of the last.

There are stories in the air as thick as birds around me, he would say. I will save those stories from starving he would say. I have a great hunger for stories, he would say.

I saw two lizards kissing yesterday, but I scared them off. Maybe I should have taken off my bird costume before peeping on them.

Women are still cats and birds. Or at the best, cows.

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...

This Byrd wants a Wren.

Wherever there are birds, there is hope.

The evidence is overwhelming that birds are dinosaurs.

I speculate over some of the Anglo nomenclature of birds: Wilson’s snipe, Forster’s tern . . . : What natural images do these names conjure up in our minds? What integrity do we give back...

We don’t know whether the use of vaccines is reducing the viral load and not causing birds to die, or if the birds may continue to shed virus without symptoms. We don’t know if the...

The thrush called strangeness into the sunset.

You got the eggs in you; the world is fully ready to celebrate the chicks out of your laying labour. Never give up. Go and breed! Go and breed great dreams.

The perfect weather that had allowed us to get the oats and corn in ahead of time probably also contributed to the dearth of migrating warblers. With no storms to force the birds down, they...

Sky and the stars and the sun, and the moon and the mountain and the rivers will smile, if you smile. Beasts and the brutes and the monsters and the birds, and the flowers, and...

It would have been hard for Fat Charlie to say exactly when the accumulation of birds on the wire mesh moved from interesting to terrifying. It was somewhere in the first hundred or so, anyway....

Be the Chocolate What if I want to be the bird who eats the Chocolate?

Some birds are not meant to be caged, that’s all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them...

Pierced in a vital spot, shrieking in concert with the birds of prey, wretched, crushed, prostrate, (the birds of prey) shall devour the enemy who attempts to hinder this oblation of ours directed against (him)!

If my love could be represented by a blur, it would be the beating of a hummingbird’s wings. Did you know that my love is the only love that can fly backwards?

Love splattered on my life like bird shit on a windshield.

I saw a pair of great tits some days ago. (Massingham Major, you are a dirty-minded boy, and if you snigger again, you will do five hundred lines.) The squeaking-wheel song of Parus major is...

There shall come a day when Birds shall be free… 🙂 and humans will see…

But in the early 1970s, we were not birdwatching. We were birding, and that made all the difference. We were out to seek, to discover, to chase, to learn, to find as many different kinds...

The birds of anonymity fly high above in our shared sky. Witness their beauty.

I think because they live in trees and are particularly sticky, they’re prone to being carried by birds.

It was difficult to anticipate—in these monsters with enormous, fantastic beaks which they opened wide immediately after birth, hissing greedily to show the backs of their throats, in these lizards with frail, naked bodies of...

Birds of the same feathers flock together, and when they flock together they fly so high.

…it occurred that the birds, whose twitters and repeated songs sounded so pretty and affirming of nature and the coming day, might actually, in a code known only to other birds,” be the birds each...

When all the birds and all the fish join forces, the politicians will be forced to chew on and swallow their own slimy, wormlike words. But until the time that the sky and the sea...

The movements of some more little red birds in the garden, like animated rosebuds, appeared unbearably jittery and thievish. It was as though the creatures were attached by sensitive wires to his nerves.

You do not have to be good.You do not have to walk on your kneesfor a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it...

Feed the birds in winter; in return, they will feed your soul with the look of gratitude!

I think if we all gardened more, they and all of the other birds that fly in the air above and light in my garden below would be better off. I know that God values...

Once upon a time, when women were birds, there was the simple understanding that to sing at dawn and to sing at dusk was to heal the world through joy. The birds still remember what...

I love the freedom of my wings. I love the empty space above the ground. I rejoice in my freedom. Freedom is my religion. Peace is my God. Love is my worship.

If it were not for collectors England would be full, so to speak, of rare birds and wonderful butterflies, strange flowers and a thousand interesting things. But happily the collector prevents all that, either killing...

She wanted to know if I loved her, so I texted her a picture of a dead bird.

You are not too small. No one is ever too small to offer help.

though what bird in the best of circumstances does not look a little stricken?

I was caged by him like a bird with clipped wings. I could flutter but I couldn’t escape though I’m not certain I’d want to even if I could.

The baloney weighed the raven down, and the shopkeeper almost caught him as he whisked out the delicatessen door.