The Admiral says that he never beheld so fair a thing: trees all along the river, beautiful and green, and different from ours, with flowers and fruits each according to their kind, many birds and little birds which sing very sweetly.
London is a roost for every bird.
The air is crowded with birds -- beautiful, tender, intelligent birds -- to whom life is a song.
More birds have adapted to a changing world than have failed. Very few have the narrow tolerance of the ivory-billed woodpecker or the Bachman's warbler.
I wish we had all been born birds instead.
Of all the creatures that creep, swim, or fly, Peopling the earth, the waters, and the sky, From Rome to Iceland, Paris to Japan, I really think the greatest fool is man.
All I know of birds to this date is that sparrows are the ones that are not pigeons.
If there was ever an aviary overstocked with jays it is that Yaptouwn on the Hudson called New York
