Bird Intelligence Quotes

It's very likely that most mammals have consciousness, and probably birds, too.

As I said in my last book, birds are mean. They're the only pet that, when they escape, the owners are relieved. You can tell a species is evil by doing this simple math. If my blond lab Molly was the size of T-Rex, that would just mean more kibble, more work for the gardener in the backyard, and a harder time moving her to my wife's side of the bed at night. If birds were the size of a T-Rex, the streets would be littered with human remains.

Crows are incredibly smart. They can be taught five things on the drop.

The jackdaw, stript of her stolen colours, provokes our laughter.

Parrots make great pets. They have more personality than goldfish.

The air is crowded with birds -- beautiful, tender, intelligent birds -- to whom life is a song.

The Carrion Crow and Turkey-Buzzard possess great power of recollection, so as to recognise at a great distance a person who has shot at them, and even the horse on which he rides.

Birds are the most popular group in the animal kingdom. We feed them and tame them and think we know them. And yet they inhabit a world which is really rather mysterious.

Bod quite liked crows. He thought they were funny and he liked the way they helped to keep the graveyard tidy.

If men had wings and bore black feathers, Few of them would be clever enough to be crows.

In 'True Grit,' we had a vulture, a trained vulture... that was a pain and that was - even by vulture standards - probably a stupid vulture, and that was frustrating.

Look into the eyes of a chicken and you will see real stupidity. It is a kind of bottomless stupidity, a fiendish stupidity. They are the most horrifying, cannibalistic and nightmarish creatures in the world.

Most birds are geniuses. We had one that became a pet; he learned to talk, use tools and solve problems.

Pigeons are gentle and smart and have complex social relationships. Their hearing and vision are both excellent.

When you have birds you stare at them a lot and their eyes are recessed on their head. When they look at something they tilt their head in a quizzical expression.

Even the blackest of them all, the crow, Renders good service as your man-at-arms, Crushing the beetle in his coat of mail. And crying havoc on the slug and snail.