Photo: by Toby Melville/Reuters from wsj.com – Thousands of wading birds flying onto sandbanks during high tide at The Wash estuary in Norfolk, England.
Tag: fly
5:00 PM Bell! Let them out!
One by one they opened the bird cages, and the sky filled with parakeets, canaries, lovebirds, and finches.
~ Isabel Allende, The House of Spirits: A Novel
Notes: Photo: Jim Bendon (Parakeets). Quote: Hidden Sanctuary
When I was a little girl…
“When I was a little girl,” she told me, “my parents took my brothers and me to the Grand Canyon. You can actually see all that space over the canyon, you know. I never forgot its breadth, how delicate the colors of the rocks and the sky and the trees were that hung in it. I wanted to fill that space up, to be inside it like a bird, graceful, rising, falling, flying long, winding spirals from the rim down to a landing far below.”
~ Barry Lopez, from “Field Notes: The Grace Note of the Canyon Wren”
Notes:
- Inspired by “Disney 2013. A Reflection” and Helen MacDonald: “I imagine how the press of cooling air might feel against its wings.“
- Bird on Grand Canyon Walk by Naeem Haider
Sunday Morning (Find a little sky)
Now when I hear birdsong, I feel an entry to that understory. When I am feeling too squeezed on the ground, exhausted by everything in my care, I look for a little sky. There are always birds flying back and forth, city birds flitting around our human edges, singing their songs.
If the wind is going the right way, some birds like to spread their wings and hang in the air, appearing not to move a bit. It is a subtle skill, to remain appreciably steady amid the forces of drift and gravity, to be neither rising nor falling.
~ Kyo Maclear, Birds Art Life: A Year of Observation
Notes:
- Photo: via Mennyfox55
- Related posts: Kyo Maclear
