Even the birds could be heard over the sound of the engine.
The birds were silent, watching her to see if she was friend or foe.
This was one way to kill two birds with one stone.
I could hear birds chirping and earlier, the woman humming.
Small towns, children playing, birds singing.
"I'd rather kill two birds with one stone," he said.
Darkyn was like a housecat that dragged in beheaded birds and left them in the middle of the floor for its owner.
I know owls don't sing, but I didn't like the song birds as well as this guy.
Birds of a feather, Dean thought.
Finally, he broke through the thatch of branches and leaves blocking most of the sun. The day was darkening. In the distance, he saw the massive fortress that was Death's, and he saw the Lake of Souls he'd seen in angel memories. He saw birds but couldn't see through the jungle to where Katie might be. The branch holding him swayed in a heavy wind that smelled of rain.
The sound came again, the cry of someone who was hurt. Katie wiped her eyes. She was drenched with rain and curled against the large root of a tree. The birds of the jungle made screaming sounds, but this was different. This was human.
Birds sang in the mature trees that ringed the deck and there was a country smell of spring.
In spite of his love of music, no pocket recorder filled Dean's head with voices, strings or horns through tiny toy earphones— he'd leave that to the bikers who pedaled unaware of the sounds of birds and springtime around them.
Sleep finally came, though, and next morning she woke to the sound of birds outside her window.
The sound of the trickling stream joined with the voices of birds waking to face the new day.
And the baby birds have their mouths open like this.
Dad's response had been that they had lots of birds outside and they had chickens.
Birds flitted from tree to tree, chirping at each other and battling over the best roosting sights.
As the light faded from the treetops, the birds grew silent and insects began their orchestra of night sounds.
Throughout Britain, as a rule, this species is one of the most plentiful birds, and is found at all seasons of the year.
A large variety of materials have been used in their manufacture by different peoples at different times - painted linen and shavings of stained horn by the Egyptians, gold and silver by the Romans, rice-paper by the Chinese, silkworm cocoons in Italy, the plumage of highly coloured birds in South America, wax, small tinted shells, &c. At the beginning of the 8th century the French, who originally learnt the art from the Italians, made great advances in the accuracy of their reproductions, and towards the end of that century the Paris manufacturers enjoyed a world-wide reputation.
These birds were of enormous size, and reminded Zeb of the rocs he had read about in the Arabian Nights.
Wooden birds fluttered among the trees and wooden cows were browsing upon the wooden grass; but the most amazing things of all were the wooden people--the creatures known as Gargoyles.
Two other baby birds were there, that had not fallen out.
The small birds were singing softly.
It was the favourite haunt of humming-birds and bees.
She linked my earliest thoughts with nature, and made me feel that "birds and flowers and I were happy peers."
Old people did not know enough once, perchance, to fetch fresh fuel to keep the fire a-going; new people put a little dry wood under a pot, and are whirled round the globe with the speed of birds, in a way to kill old people, as the phrase is.
Who knows but if men constructed their dwellings with their own hands, and provided food for themselves and families simply and honestly enough, the poetic faculty would be universally developed, as birds universally sing when they are so engaged?
With his shaggy head thrown back like birds when they drink, pressing his spurs mercilessly into the sides of his good horse, Bedouin, and sitting as though falling backwards in the saddle, he galloped to the other flank of the squadron and shouted in a hoarse voice to the men to look to their pistols.
Her voice sounded so serious and so sad that the chirping of the birds was silenced at once.