People, like sheep, tend to follow a leader - occasionally in the right direction.
Every bird will follow it's specie.
The stupidity of one brain multiplied by twelve.
Teenagers travel in droves, packs, swarms. ... To the librarian, they're a gaggle of geese. To the cook, they're a scourge of locusts. To department stores, they're a big beautiful exaltation of larks ... all lovely and loose and jingly.
I've probably overused this analogy of a flock of birds moving around an object in flight, but, in reality, it's so simple, real time communication of individuals that allow for this super organism type of organism to happen.
Men are like sheep, of which a flock is more easily driven than a single one.
It was only when Shona, in sheer fury, turned the carnivorous sheep among them that they moved. They ran, some of them with charming little white sheep attached to their legs or backsides and the rest shouting about monsters.
Sheep are just psychotic.
Troubles are exceedingly gregarious in their nature, and flying in flocks are apt to perch capriciously.
Twenty thousand birds moved away from me as one, like a ground-hugging white cloud, clucking softly.
If one bird foraging in a flock on the ground suddenly takes off, all other birds will take off immediately after, before they even know what's going on. The one who stays behind may be prey.
It’s like trying to herd a flock of geese,” said Orik. “They’re always trying to go off on their own, they make an obnoxious noise, and they’ll bite your hand first chance they get.
