Birds Quotes

Black cockatoos come crying over
unflapping as Blériot monoplanes
to crash in pine tops for the cones.

Mine!

He hit a baby sparrow when he was practising his serve...I think he killed it. My mum told me about it when I woke up this morning.

Yeah, Lois, that'll be about as fun as ornithological empiricism.

Split the lark—and you'll find the music—
Bulb after bulb, in silver rolled—
Scantily dealt to the summer morning
Saved for your ear when lutes be old.

That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,
Lest you should think he never could recapture
The first fine careless rapture.

A robin red breast in a cage
Puts all Heaven in a rage.

I am ornithophil, i specialize in tits and boobies!

The lark now leaves his wat'ry nest
And, climbing, shakes his dewy wings.

The talkative parrot is shut up in a cage. Other birds, who cannot speak, fly about freely.

Over increasingly large areas of the United States, spring now comes unheralded by the return of the birds, and the early mornings are strangely silent where once they were filled with the beauty of bird song.

How about ‘Cloudcuckooland’?

I spent a lot of my money on booze, birds and fast cars. The rest I just squandered.