{"quotes":[{"text":"Do you think people have evolved too far, because I do; oh their ability to heal is indeed a wonder and I do praise them for that, but in many other things I think evolution has been a bit rushed, like getting to the bus stop before the wheel was invented.","author":"conversations with a pigeon","tags":["animal-communication","animal-communicator","birds","conservation","inspriational","pets","phiolosp","pigeon","pigeons","self-help","self-help-book","self-help"],"id":1555,"author_id":"conversations+with+a+pigeon"},{"text":"One night a flock of red-tailed black cockatoos break the quiet as they charge up from the creek, right over the homestead, then down the hill towards Clem's house.'They're my favourite, you know, of all the birds, they're the best,' comes Tom's raspy whisper. 'I know Dad,' says Clem. 'You always say.''They're majestic, dramatic. You wouldn't argue with one.","author":"Nicole Sinclair","tags":["australia","birds","bloodlines","cockatoos","family"],"id":6227,"author_id":"Nicole+Sinclair"},{"text":"Love is for the birds.Honey is for the bees.And you, my special one.Are the only one for me.","author":"Anthony T. Hincks","tags":["bees","birds","heart","honey","love","one-liner","philosophy","special"],"id":12333,"author_id":"Anthony+T.+Hincks"},{"text":"We have never understood how birds manage to fly,Nor who the genius is who makes up dreams,Now how heaven and earth can appear in a poem.","author":"Robert Bly","tags":["birds","dreams","earth","genius","heaven"],"id":14015,"author_id":"Robert+Bly"},{"text":"Pan, who and what art thou?' he cried huskily.'I'm youth, I'm joy,' Peter answered at a venture, 'I'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg.","author":"J.M. Barrie","tags":["birds","joy","youth"],"id":14343,"author_id":"J.M.+Barrie"},{"text":"A human being can only endure depression up to a certain point; when this point of saturation is reached it becomes necessary for him to discover some element of pleasure, no matter how humble or on how low a level, in his environment if he is to go on living at all. In my case these insignificant birds with their subdued colourings have provided just sufficient distraction to keep me from total despair. Each day I find myself spending longer and longer at the window watching their flights, their quarrels, their mouse-quick flutterings, their miniature feuds and alliances. Curiously enough, it is only when I am standing in front of the window that I feel any sense of security. While I am watching the birds I believe that I am comparatively immune from the assaults of life. The very indifference to humanity of these wild creatures affords me a certain safeguard. Where all else is dangerous, hostile and liable to inflict pain, they alone can do me no injury because, probably, they are not even aware of my existence. The birds are at once my refuge and my relaxation.","author":"Anna Kavan","tags":["birds","depression","despair","distraction","refuge","relaxation","security"],"id":16103,"author_id":"Anna+Kavan"},{"text":"The moon seems unawareof night's dark hittingon the damp warm rain misguiding owl's spitting A thunder light of loveraising hearts beatingwhile weather learns morefrom rain lovers meeting.","author":"Munia Khan","tags":["beating","bird","birds","damp","dark","heart","hit","hitting","learn","learning","light","love","lovers","meetings","moon","moonlight","night","owl","owls","poem","poetry","poetry","rain","rainy","rainy-day","romance","romantic","spit","spitting","thunder","thunderbolt","warm","weather","weather-conditions"],"id":19654,"author_id":"Munia+Khan"},{"text":"If about a dozen genera of birds had become extinct or were unknown, who would have ventured to have surmised that birds might have existed which used their wings solely as flappers, like the logger-headed duck (Micropterus of Eyton); as fins in the water and front legs on the land, like the penguin; as sails, like the ostrich; and functionally for no purpose, like the Apteryx. Yet the structure of each of these birds is good for it, under the conditions of life to which it is exposed, for each has to live by a struggle; but it is not necessarily the best possible under all possible conditions. It must not be inferred from these remarks that any of the grades of wing-structure here alluded to, which perhaps may all have resulted from disuse, indicate the natural steps by which birds have acquired their perfect power of flight; but they serve, at least, to show what diversified means of transition are possible.","author":"Charles Darwin","tags":["biology","birds","evolution","science"],"id":21388,"author_id":"Charles+Darwin"},{"text":"Oh yes,' said Jana. 'You want the birdbath.' She let him down onto the rim of the birdbath, then watched as he dipped his head, lowered his chest into the water, and raised it. Having finished his bath, he did a dance of sheer joy, flapping his wings and shaking off the water in a circle of drops. 'He enjoys life,' said a voice. Mr. Powell the optometrist, a closed umbrella in hand, was letting his two dachshunds chase each other around the park. 'As do your dogs,' said Jana. 'Yes,' said Mr. Powell,'they have fun in a simpler and more joyous way than most humans do. Their pleasures seem more reliable. All you have to do is say the word 'walk' and they're wiggling from head to toe....","author":"Betsy Woodman","tags":["animals","birds","dogs","enjoyment","joy","pleasure"],"id":22891,"author_id":"Betsy+Woodman"},{"text":"Eagle's flight of loneliness soars so high Around its sigh, no more alone the sky Other birds remain away, clouds pass byBetween shrouds of life and haze sun rays die.","author":"Munia Khan","tags":["alone","between","bird","bird","birds","cloud","clouds","die","eagle","eagle","eagles","flight","haze","high","life","loneliness","poem","poems","poetry","poetry","ray","remain","shroud","shrouds","sigh","sky","soar","sun","sunrays","verse","way"],"id":24344,"author_id":"Munia+Khan"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":237,"pages":24,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}