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

What is more cheerful, now, in the fall of the year, than an open-wood-fire? Do you hear those little chirps and twitters coming out of that piece of apple-wood? Those are the ghosts of the...

It is not only fine feathers that make fine birds.

As women, we are always taught never to let a man know of our affections towards him, lest he laugh, run away, or think that we are psycho. But what if that’s not true? Have...

The clouds are like marble in the sky, and I just want to make a kitchen counter out of the atmosphere. I can cook like a flock of birds.

Jacksonville’s official bird is the butterfly. The butterfly is also Jacksonville’s official flower.

The woods would be quiet if no bird sang but the one that sang best.

Heat in her birds of prey fingertips, smoke of gilded flowers in her aureate gorging hair.

The past was like a bad dream; the future was all happy holiday as I moved Southwards week by week, easily, lazily, lingering as long as I dared, but always heeding the call!

The sun tells the best joke of a day full of them, setting so spectacularly that you can almost smell the tropical paradise lazing somewhere over this rim of endless, gray socialist towers. Miles of...

He imagines a necessary joy in things that must fly to eat.

It was generally believed, said Theophilus, that Orpheus learned his music from the birds. His small voice, piping after theirs, filled with all the secret stories of the earth.

If an ancient man saw planes two thousand years ago He would’ve thought they were birds Or angels from another world Or messengers from other planets.

A few melancholy birds were pipping and wailing, until the round red sun sank slowly into the western shadows; then an empty silence fell

There are some studies going on now in Missouri on penned birds where they were fed a certain number of lead shot. They’ve found that if they ingest even a small number of shot, they...

And I’ve been thinking: if the human race manages to destroy itself, as it often seems to want to do, or if some great disaster comes, as it did for the dinosaurs, then the birds...

Every springI hear the thrush singingin the glowing woodshe is only passing through.His voice is deep,then he lifts it until it seemsto fall from the sky.I am thrilled.I am grateful.Then, by the end of morning,he’s...

Birds have done great jobs for the progression of humanity: They kept alive our love for freedom and they insistently motivated us to reach the skies, to reach the stars!

They’re both like birds halfway out of the nest.

The stork is voiceless because there is really nothing to say.