If builders built buildings the way programmers wrote programs, the first woodpecker to come along would destroy civilization.
We think caged birds sing, when indeed they cry.
A bird can sing with a broken wing, but you cant pluck feathers off a frog.
The Eagle, he was lord above.
If I keep a green bough in my heart, the singing bird will come.
It’s a good thing we have gravity, or else when birds died they’d just stay right up there. Hunters would be all confused.
A bird which eats berries can be caught, but not a bird that eats wood.
The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.
Poetry is like a bird, it ignores all frontiers.
Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? (Matthew 6:26)