Nikolaas Tinbergen Quotes

Compared to other animals, we humans enter the world remarkably weak and helpless. We remain relatively weak for many years before we can truly operate on our own.

I need enough room to eventually throw a baseball with a child; that's all the yard I need. That's all I want.

There never was a happier or more devoted husband than the male bluebird. He is the gay champion and escort of the female at all times, and while she is sitting, he feeds her regularly.

I was a typical boy growing up, even though I wasn't particularly outgoing or chatty. I loved running around and playing football. My siblings and I are only a year apart in age, so we played together. Sometimes it was good being so close, sometimes it wasn't - like when they'd steal my candy and toys.

Ethologists are often accused of drawing false analogies between animal and human behaviour. However, no such thing as a false analogy exists: an analogy can be more or less detailed and, hence, more or less informative.

I was the youngest of about nine boys in the neighborhood, and we played ball all the time, and I looked up to them, and they let me play around with them, and we just had a good time.

The picture of me as a child is that I was always with a ball - that's why I was so skinny: I would miss dinner. Mum would have to leave me some food in the microwave.

I would ask my mum to feed my dolls and make sure they were tucked in when I went to school.

The unparalleled love of a mother is always there for the kids, specially when they're growing up and about to leave the family and go away.

I had a little ladybird ball in the back garden; I think I was about one. I started off early.

Me and my two brothers painted a football pitch and used the net from scaffolding for goals with bits of wood, although they were burnt down in the end.

My mother looked after me full-time when I was young, but as soon as I started school, she got a job in an office.

When you're a little girl, living your dreams, even tiny little stages in someone's backyard are amazing.

It was nearly midnight on the night of February 26, 1806, and Alexandre Dumas, the future author of 'The Count of Monte Cristo' and 'The Three Musketeers,' was asleep at his uncle's house. He was not yet four years old. He was staying there because his father was gravely ill, and his mother thought it best for him not to be at home.

I grew up playing with boys in the yard and my brother in the backyard and boys in the schoolyard.

I grew up with a big backyard that led to the sand dunes of Lake Michigan.

No other creatures of the savannah sleep as deeply or as soundly as lions, but after all, lions are the main reason for not sleeping soundly.

My mum was my primary school cook which was handy because she used to give me extra portions. After school me and my brother used to go in the kitchen and wait for her there, and she used to give us a bit of cake and things.

I was into music from a very early age, and I was also - I don't really talk about this that much - really into horses. I learned a lot about rhythm and about voice from that.

My grandmother had mango trees in her backyard when I was a child. So it's always been an ingredient that I'm familiar with. It can be used in so many ways. My kids absolutely love it for a snack or in a savory dish.

Fish aren't smart. It's not like they have advanced degrees.

I got into circuses and put on circuses in the backyard. My dad had horses and he'd bring them and we'd do horse tricks. I was 6 or 7 years old putting on circuses for the family or whoever in the backyard.

We had a court in our backyard, and I would mess around with the players on my dad's team. I hit with two hands on both sides, which I didn't stop doing until I was about 8.

I was born in Kerala, where my maternal grandparents lived, and stayed there till the age of one, after which I came to Maharashtra to live with my parents and moved all around the state with my father, who worked as a superintendent in an ordnance factory.

The dugout in the weeds or leaves beneath a backyard willow, the rivulet of a seasonal creek, even the ditch between the front yard and the road-all of these places are entire universes to a young child.