The Chirping Of Animals In To Kill A Mockingbird

We have all have walked by someone and watched, judged too quickly, and thought of them in our own way sometimes it may be a complement but other time it might be a negative thought. In school usually the “golden rule” treat others how you would like to be treated, is taught in hopes it will continue on in the innocent minds of youth before they enter the world some will follow others will not ex act like any other rule that has been put into place. Blue jays in How To Kill a Mockingbird are seen as troublemakers they invade gardens and eat anything that appeals to them, their noise is not loved as much as mockingbirds they sing their exquisite songs and don't vex anyone. After Atticus makes his statement about killing bluejays but

They may not seem alike, but the abuse of men can be compared to the slaughter of songbirds. In the novel, To Kill a Mockingbird, three people are portrayed as mockingbirds all in different ways. Killing a mockingbird is frowned upon in Maycomb County because they do nothing but make music for others to enjoy, and do nothing to harm others in any way, but people can’t seem to make the connection between these two acts. Throughout the story, Atticus Finch, Tom Robinson, and Boo Radley are all abused for doing no harm to others, which can be compared to the act of killing a mockingbird.

It was a nippy Thursday night. The rustling trees, whispering to the innocent birds, warned them to fly way. The lost birds, searching for a nest to keep them warm. A nest where they could sleep and stay cozy as the wind continued to blow like smoke out of a cigar; however, the stubborn trees showed no signs of letting their guard down.

With a lightning strike, the long, lance-like bill of a white stork jabs through the marsh grass and snatches up the singing frog. In an instant, the tireless music-maker becomes the dinner of a spy. White storks are master eavesdroppers. They rely on the songs of moor frogs to guide them when they’re hunting. The birds are so skillful that they can stealthily follow frog sounds to within two or three strides of an unsuspecting singer.

I found a group friends i knew there was quinten he was a midget, kenny he was tall with hair like a forest, and abby who was the kindest person i ever known. We had all been friends for a long time . After lunch the three of us walked and talked as kids are known to do. Along the way i found a bird egg on the ground not hatched , not damaged and not dead.Frozen in awe and stuck to the ground by pure child amusement. I instantly cared for this bird and his future. This forgotten bird forgotten by family the world but not by me. As i reached and then followed to pick up the egg i could feel the slight warmth it exerted and the quiet melody he played inside bump,bump,bump bring boyhood joy to me. I did not want to allow this birds song end early . I wanted this bring to make new songs of life keeping his melody for as long as he can. I wanted it to survive today tommorow and as many that may follow.Abby had told me that tho keep it alive i had to keep it warm . So i held it with both my hands completely covered wanting nothing more than it to live. Abby was a nature lover so she tagged along wanting to help it survive. The egg did not interest kenny and quintin so they wandered off. Me and Abby began to look for people to show the wonderful thing that was this bird egg. We showed Ben,Jordan and many others some thought it was cool

The animal that I’ve been studying is the Mockingbird. The Mockingbird is gray on top and white on its underside. It has white patches on its wings that look like bars; a long black tail with white outer feathers and along slender bill. Males and Females look alike.

Before leaving I went back to the cage of the eagle, I admired her posture, her dignity, the way she wore the white cap like a crown. I heard again her reply to the birds chirping, singing, flying free outside her cage. This screech seemed even more hostile than the last. I did not want to hear

But it was soon broken when I heard a few crows let out a series of ear-piercing caws above us. I looked up to see if I could spot them again, and when my eyes adjusted to the sunlight, I saw that there was a lot more of them in the sky now, too many to count. They looked almost cartoonish, like black silhouettes punched out on a blue canvas. Their wings stretched wide and casting shadows many times larger than themselves onto the rocky banks of the river. A few cawed out again, and then one after another, they started to dive out of the sky as if having corralled a group of small, helpless animals and were now going in for the kill like a pack of

of a domesticated bird taught to live satisfactorily in a confined birdcage, a metaphor brought

As I swung my tail back in forth, my body propelled upward -- farther away from the ocean floor and closer to the shore where the humans were. I hit the surface headfirst, my face chilled from the cool sea breeze gliding across the water. My eyes fluttered open and I spotted Sorrell, my pelican friend, sitting atop a jagged rock near the beach. I arose from the water much closer to Sorrell’s slab than I usually did, so I bobbed over to my friend quietly, making sure not to disturb him. The feathers on the back of his head stood up as I drifted forward, causing ripples of water to slosh against the stone he perched on. Sorrell’s beak twitched to the side, but before I could utter a word, his eyes met mine with a peculiar stare.

Sipping his warm beer on the slow walk back to his apartment, he recalled approaching a kestrel nest in the Utah canyonlands. It was at the edge of a cliff fall, perched above the drop. He reached in to touch the eggs, feel their weight, when mother kestrel screeched down, a fighter jet with talons.

“Guys, guys, there is a huge bird over there. Look, up there!” My sister, Lika, and our neighbor, Selena turn their heads simultaneously. I see the fierce beast perched upon the brick roof of another house. The bird stretches its wings, claims the sky as its domain, and demands that its presence be felt. At the sight of bird, we all become silent, observing all of the bird’s features. I believe it is a peregrine falcon. This prediction came directly from watching that majestic, world’s fastest bird in my favorite show, Wild Kratts, and unfortunately, I was wrong. Afterwards, Selena confidently points out the bird’s radiant, amber beak and therefore, believes it is an eagle. I have no rebuttal.

Birds, as Julia would say, sing their songs to connect with others. To further that thought, birds sing to the rhythm they hear through nature. Julia comprehends the birds songs as music, and birds sing their songs to connect, which is what music is all about. They keep rhythm in nature, like tapping a pencil adds music to a classroom, which Julia does all the time to bring back her memories of music. To finish, Julia feels birds are enhancing music in the outside world, she knows as nature.

A green-cheeked parakeet named Oswald is a small and friendly bird. However, he enjoyed to taunt larger birds. One cloudy and dark day, Melody, one of the larger birds had had enough with the taunting. Both birds sat quietly, lonely, and frustrated because there is nothing to do in the large home. Oswald is a very interactive bird and needs to be entertained, but with the company of someone. Shyly a toddler crawled innocently across the solid, cold, and stiff floor. His long, lively, and astonishing wings toward the toddler direct Oswald. Melody glided freely through the room and landed gently near the toddler. The toddler fascinated by both birds quickly within Melody. Suddenly, Oswald struck violently and

On the swings set perched a little bird. Ms. Arlington was heading toward the playground when she heard a familiar squawk. The sound echoed in her ears, and she remembered the squawk of her pet parrot when she was a child. Then, without warning, the parrot swooped down from its perch on the swings set, and a swirl of silvery-blue passed Ms. Arlington's face when she realized that it was just a baby.