Birdpoems

Philosophy, poems, art and appreciation of birds

[haleyincarnate]

Quote by Emma Jayne

[alilip91]

The Book Castle on Instagram // @alicelippart

[jbatesart]

Shrikes are predatory songbirds that will impale their prey on sharp twigs and barbed wire to help them rip off bite sized chunks. Depicted here is a Loggerhead Shrike with three different types of prey: mammal, bird, and herp. They will also impale/eat large invertebrates.

This illustration was done with acrylic on illustration board.

www.jbatesart.com

© JBatesArt 2015

[auspicio]

[readlikefury-deactivated2015030]

Wildwood is such a beautiful book.

[indigodreams]

Cutting Away: The Linocuts of Robert Gillmor

[theformofbeauty]

Birds born in a cage think flying is an illness.

Alejandro Jodorowsky  (via felinewhisperer)

[mydarkenedeyes]

Adam Doyle.

[thephilosophyofbirds]

Hold fast to dreams, For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird, That cannot fly.

Langston Hughes

[thephilosophyofbirds]

A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.

Maya Angelou

[thephilosophyofbirds]

The Shrike- Tadashi Kobayashi

[njwight-deactivated20251210]

I thought 12 inch woody’s were only a myth…

[foucaultscat-deactivated2013121]

[thephilosophyofbirds]

Birds hold fast to a branch even when they sleep. People should hold fast to each other that way.

Viktor Shklovsky

[thephilosophyofbirds]

City and Colour / / / / Fragile Bird

When she sleeps There is a fever dream, yeah It brings a night terror To harm this fragile bird

[thephilosophyofbirds]

The male bower-bird from Australia attracts females by building an elaborate love bower. After building a little hut out of twigs, he decorates it with flowers and colourful objects such as feathers, a garden, fruit, shells, pebbles, or sometimes plastic or glass if civilization is near. One particular species (the atlas bower bird) actually paints the walls by dipping bark or leaves into the blue or dark-green saliva he secretes. The entire bower-builidng process can take months and often changes the decorations until he is satisfied with the look. When pleased, he preforms a love dance outside of the bower, sometimes offering a pretty item for the female.

[apoetreflects]

[foucaultscat-deactivated2013121]

“No one suspects the days to be Gods.”

—Ralph Waldo Emerson