There are no birds in last year's nest

Do you ne'er think what wondrous beings these? Do you ne'er think who made them, and who taught The dialect they speak, where melodies Alone are the interpreters of thought? Whose household words are songs in many keys, Sweeter than instrument of man e'er caught! - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,

They're both like birds halfway out of the nest.

Sir, we are a nest of singing birds

These birds used to nest on all the major shorelines in the state, but what's on those shorelines now — homes, golf courses. These are not parks. They're not recreation areas. These (islands) were preserved to protect the birds.

Whoever benefits his enemy with straightforward intention that man's enemies will soon fold their hands in devotion.