The smallest bird cannot light upon the greatest tree without sending a shock to its most distant fiber.

A bird flies to its own.

Even when the bird walks we see that it has wings.

The idea of the nest in the bird's mind, where does it come from?

Be thou like the bird perched upon some frail thing, although he feels the branch bending beneath him, yet loudly sings, knowing full well that he has wings.

Because the road is rough and long, Should we despise the skylark's song?

He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ringed with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.

Cheerfulness is proper to the cock, which rejoices over every little thing, and crows with varied and lively movements.

If you lie down in a village square hoping to capture a sea gull, you could stay there your whole life without succeeding. But a hundred miles from shore it's different. Sea gulls have a highly developed instinct for self-preservation on land but at sea they're very cocky.

No ladder needs the bird but skies To situate its wings, Nor any leaders grim baton Arraigns it as it sings.

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

Nothing wholly admirable ever happens in this country except the migration of birds.

The owl, that bird of onomatopoetic name, is a repetitious question wrapped in feathery insulation especially for Winter delivery.