Richard Jefferies Quotes

The varying modes of flight exhibited by our diurnal birds of prey have always been to me a subject of great interest, especially as by means of them I have found myself enabled to distinguish one species from another, to the farthest extent of my power of vision.

Eagles commonly fly alone. They are crows, daws, and starlings that flock together.

A falcon hovers at the edge of the sky.Two gulls drift slowly up the river.Vulnerable while they ride the wind,they coast and glide with ease.Dew is heavy on the grass below,the spider's web is ready.Heaven's ways include the human:among a thousand sorrows, I stand alone.

The bird of Jove, stoop'd from his aery tour, Two birds of gayest plume before him drove.

The Golden Eagle, which has universally been considered as a bird of most extraordinary powers of flight, is in my estimation little more than a sluggard, though its wings are long and ample.

A falcon is the perfect hunter.

When the moon covers the sun, we have a solar eclipse. What do you call it when birds do that?

Anyone who has ever stopped to watch a hawk in flight will know that this is one of the natural world's most elegant phenomena.

First I shall name the eagle, of which there are three species: the great grey eagle is the largest, of great strength and high flight; he chiefly preys on fawns and other young quadrupeds.

Eagles are seagulls with a good hairdo.

I'm going to tell you the story about the geese which fly 5,000 miles from Canada to France. They fly in V-formation but the second ones don't fly. They're the subs for the first ones. And then the second ones take over - so it's teamwork.

If you direct your attention to the position of a bird with regard to the wave surface, it will speedily be noticed to be nearly always on the rising side or face of the wave and moving apparently at right angles to the wave's course, but really diagonal to it.

Eagles rarely fail to catch their prey. They usually kill it quickly by breaking its neck with their powerful claws.

You know, I'm an eagle, flying around in the mountains.

I love the way ravens fly; they are the most acrobatic and daring birds.

It rose slowly like a gull sensing a reckless blue fish to close to the surface, and then it dived relentlessly for the green, kicked and stopped three feet short of the flag.

Birds, except when broiled and in the society of a cold bottle, bored him stiff.

The hawk is aerial brother of the wave which he sails over and surveys, those his perfect air-inflated wings answering to the elemental unfledged pinions of the sea.

In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October, when the trees are bare to the mild heavens, and the red leaves bestrew the road, and you can feel the breath of winter, morning and evening - no days so calm, so tenderly solemn, and with such a reverent meekness in the air.

Shall eagles not be eagles? wrens be wrens? If all the world were falcons, what of that? The wonder of the eagle were the less, But he not less the eagle.

One day I'm going to write a book about osprey. It has really gotten deep into my bloodstream. So when you ask what else I do, I feel like this is part of what I do....is to watch these birds.

I used to think a bird couldn't fly if its wings got wet.

I mean, m-m-m-my you're like pelican fly

Birds fascinated her. How did they do that, seeming to fly with one mind, each of them able to anticipate what the others would do?

For most gulls it was not flying that matters, but eating. For this gull, though, it was not eating that mattered, but flight.