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The bird comes in her earthy hued browns, that rich yet gentle shade that reminds me of the woodlands. She hops over the wands of grass as if she had springs in those delicate feet, as if the world was her trampoline and she moved to a sweet birdsong she was yet to sing.

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High above them a bird flies on invisible strings, eyes trained on the grassland below. In those tall blades that flatten with each gust of wind is dinner, nesting materials or both. From so far below Tyler can't tell what species it is, though by the way it hovers his mind tips towards hawk. Against the sky, bluer than the previous days, it is a silhouette.

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Bird song welcomes in a new day, sweet melodious chorus of seemingly never repeated notes, cascading through the branches, tumbling into the crisp morning air, flowing into the surrounding countryside like a great river of music.

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A thick morning dew covered the forest landscape. It glistened brightly in the newly rising sun. Now as the forest began to awake to the new day. This was the image captured by my eagle eyes as I soared through the heavens mindfully searching for my prey. My eyes searched, watched, and waited for the minute movements in the underbrush or on the wind rippled lake. As my watchful eyes pierced through the mirror-like lake, I saw a fish leap from the water then slide back into the water. Just as I was about to enter the water, I lifted my wings and flung my sharp talons outward. Immediately I knew that it had been caught. I fapped my majestic wings and began to climb to my roost in the rustic red cliff.

By soojin, August 2, 2014.
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Short stubby beak, bright eyes like black onyx beads, alert, dainty head tilting this way and that, milk chocolate plumage, plump chest, shiny black wrinkled feet, a saggy fold of skin at the ankle, three thin toes forward and one back clasp the branch with sharp black talons, hopping, flitting from tree to tree admist the delicate pink apple blossom.

By angela, April 1, 2012.
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The bird on the branch moved its head from side to side like it was clockwork, like there was a switch in its brain that flicked to choose the direction to look but not the speed of the motion. Every turn was rapid, almost too fast to see. But in the moments it was still Edna could see the glossy black eyes set in the plumage of an impossibly bright blue. It was the kind of blue that belonged on an artist's palate, yet better than that, it was so brilliant as to almost look like a source of light rather than a reflection of the sun's rays. The bird was small too, no bigger than a navel orange but far from round. It was shaped like an English robin, with the wide breast, but the tail feathers and wings elongated the body, giving it an elegance. It had a short beak, but curved and strong like a wolf claw. After singing a few notes it spread it's wings and in a flurry of blue it ascended to the tree tops and out of view. Edna sighed, "To be a bird," she thought, "how nice that would be." She retrained her eyes to the woodland path ahead, no longer were there the leaves of autumn, but the weather was not yet cold and the path was riddled with puddles and sloppy mud.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 23, 2015.
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First of all when you consider the shape of a chickadee's body, you will notice that it's round. Whereas a blue jay is elongated, and a nuthatch is tapered and slightly flattened, a chickadee is like a little ball. This roundness helps the small bird balance itself in the topsy turvy positions it assumes while searching for insect eggs on the twigs and outer branches of trees.

By hiccup, April 21, 2012.

Found in A Field Guide to the Familiar, authored by Gale Lawrence.

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Blackbird with jet plumage and beak of polished amber, hopping through longer shaggy grass of spring, tugging at worms.

By angela, April 1, 2012.
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Wading bird, fisher-bird, paddled and stabbed at the sedge.

By angela, March 3, 2012.
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Amelia stands so still, eyes following the bird in flight. She watches as children do, with that look of love and awe. Her eyes stay with the bird, the beating wings capturing her mind in the most calming of ways, the same way soft waves on the beach do. It's as if she's in love with nature, with life itself, and I pray this life nurtures that sense in her, keeps her as whole as she was born.