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Bluebird Quotes by John Burroughs
- The bluebird enjoys the preeminence of being the first bit of color that cheers our northern landscape. The other birds that arrive about the same…
- For two summers not a blue wing, not a blue warble. I seemed to miss something kindred and precious from my environment--the visible embodiment of…
- O bluebird, welcome back again, Thy azure coat and ruddy vest, Are hues that April loveth best....
- In New York and New England the sap starts up in the sugar maple the very day the bluebird arrives, and sugar-making begins forthwith. The…
- How readily the bluebirds become our friends and neighbors when we offer them suitable nesting retreats!
More Bluebird Quotes
- It was Indian summer, a bluebird sort of day as we call it in the north, warm and sunny, without a breath… — Sigurd F. Olson
- Because of her, he had learned to look for the birds - the darting flight of wild canaries (yellow sun on yellow… — Terry Kay
- Be like the bluebird who never is blue, For he knows from his upbringing what singing can do — Cole Porter
- An optimist is someone who figures that if it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck, it's the bluebird of… — Robert Breault
- Measure your health by your sympathy with morning and spring. If there is no response in you to the awakening of nature… — Henry David Thoreau
- Late in August the lure of the mountains becomes irresistible. Seared by the everlasting sunfire, I want to see running water again,… — Edward Abbey
- Early in life, I was visited by the bluebird of anxiety — Woody Allen
- If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow, why oh why can't I? — Yip Harburg
- A man who never sees a bluebird only half lives. — Edwin Way Teale
- There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out. — Charles Bukowski
- The birds can fly, an' why can't I? Must we give in, says he with a grin, That the bluebird an' phoebe… — John Townsend Trowbridge
- When I bought my farm, I did not know what a bargain I had in the bluebirds, daffodils and thrushes; as little… — Ralph Waldo Emerson