A bird is a flash of color, a burst of song, or a high, aloof vigilance. It can be all gentleness and soft appeal, or baleful, raptorial harshness. It may be loathsome or lovable; regal or revolting. But stripped of all man-given personality, the bird is a fantastic mechanism hung with an array of Rube Goldberg gadgets that make life more liveable.
John Madson, Stories from Under the Sky