It was dawn now on Long Island and we went about opening the rest of the windows downstairs, filling the house with… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
A mud-stained sunlight began to splatter the sodden fields, and the hateful, nasal world of birds began to come to life. It… — Blaise Cendrars Copy Share Image
“In the spring of the year birds began to arrive on the beach from across the gulf. Weary passerines. Vireos. Kingbirds and… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Long before the stars died the birds began to sing - cool rippling doves, loud cheery starlings, the long lilting trills of… — Mike Bond Copy Share Image
