A feather in hand is better then a bird in the ayre. [A feather in hand is better than a bird in the air.]

It was my uncle who taught me about the birds and the bees. He sat me down one day and said, 'Remember this, George, the birds fuck the bees.' Then he told me he once banged a girl so hard her freckles came off.

Birds are everywhere in our literature, a part, it seems, of our collective poetic imagination. If writing a beautiful line of poetry fills a poet's heart with joy, imagine how that same poet's soul must take flight at the sight of swallows soaring through the evening sky!

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.

I heard a bird so sing, Whose music, to my thinking, pleased the king.

He is a fool who lets slip a bird in the hand for a bird in the bush.