The silence and the solitude were touched by wild music, thin as air, the faraway gabbling of geese flying at night. Presently I caught sight of them as they streamed across the face of the moon, the high, excited clamor of their voices tingling through the night, and suddenly I saw, in one of those rare moments of insight, what it means to be wild and free.
Martha Reben, "A Sharing of Joy"
I value my garden far more for being full of blackbirds than of cherries, and very frankly give them their fruit for their songs.
Joseph Addison
They travel with a constant companion, autumn.
Larry Van Goethem. "Southward Stream of BIrds of Prey." The New York Times
(All from "The Quotable Birder" Bill Adler, Jr., Ed.)
(Photograph: "The First Hint of Autumn" by Dale Doepker
