I plunge into the darkness, not even turning my head to look back at the mess behind me. The brand new, sparkling, metallic car is done for, no doubt about it, but so am I if my parents find out about it. All but one of the car tires popped; the windshield busted into incredibly miniature shards of glass; the side smacked into the side of a tree. What do they expect? It’s winter! Diving even deeper and deeper into the almost pitch black woods, I let my thoughts and worries wash away, losing myself in my surroundings. In the dark, never-ending, abyss-like woods, the rustling of the white powdered trees and bushes are one of the only perceptible sounds. Right, smack in front of me, a faint glow, one that I almost missed, moves …show more content…
Not a crow, nor a robin, nor a hawk, but a breathtaking bird. The bird, old and frail, literally lights up the dark afternoon with ravishing flames dancing on its scarlet feathers. One would believe that the bird is on fire, but it’s the middle of winter, nothing could catch the bird on fire in this forest, and the bird seems to not be harmed at all by the fire. The bird notices my presence and freezes. “There is a certain name for this kind of bird, I know it. I think it might start with an f,” I whisper to myself. The bird looks up at me funny slowly approaching, wondering what I will do, while I just wonder what the creature is. “Or maybe it starts with a ph?” I think aloud. Coming so close, I slowly back away. “Phi-? Phe-? Pho-? Phoe-? I think it might start with phoe-,” I whisper to myself, almost inaudible. The bird launches itself at me, as clumsily as a dog dancing ballet. The bird flops toward me, landing into the snow ways away from me, but close enough for me to slightly flinch. Okay, that is probably an understatement since I tripped over a tree root and fell into the snow. My favorite jeans are definitely done for. I pick myself up, dusting off all of the freezing, slush-like snow. “Dude-? What the?” The bird rolls over and struggles to regain its footing. “Here, let me…” I try to help it up because it is struggling, but when I reach my hand out to it, it burns me. It’s weird because it didn’t hurt, but more like a magical tingling feeling. Like a unicorn
In my opinion, birds bring a lot more to our lives than we think they do. They bring peace and serendipity. Within the film, this brings the viewer a chance to see that there
Birds appear frequently throughout the story, especially in times of crisis. The birds often present themselves as omens for dangers that lie ahead. For instance, when Robert's team takes a wrong turn, "the fog is full of noises" of birds (80). Then the birds fly out of the ditch and disappear. Robert and Poole know that "[t]here must be something terribly wrong...but neither one knew how to put it into words. The birds, being gone, had taken some mysterious presence with them. There was an awful sense of void--as if the world had been emptied" (81). The birds return and when Robert nears the collapsing dike, "one of the birds [flies] up and cut[s] across Robert's path" as if it is trying to prevent him from going any further. Robert does not heed the warning and almost dies in the sinking mud.
Throughout the text, multiple birds are shown in various places to symbolize a hidden meaning within the story. During Phoenix’s journey, she encounters bobwhite quails that are seen walking on the “easy” side of the path, but are soon killed by a hunter. This scenario reveals that the easiest path may not be the best choice. Later in the text, a buzzard is seen making a
barn. Here, he comes to a realization while looking at the bird's feathers saying this, that the
delicate vision of a bird: “I fly with my own wings. I don’t need anyone else to hold me up.”
“That means…”find the entrance to the majestic world where the soaring underwater bird is held by taking a look at what's around you and finding what is mine. The code is awaiting you.” tracing his fingers along the words.
His daughter understood the bird better than all the others who had owned it. As soon as the swallow was brought to her by her father she noticed it was feeling sickly as was she. The text states“When the girl wakes suddenly in the middle of the night, the first thing she sees through her fever is a small cliff swallow blinking at her from behind the bars of a rattan cage. She knows too well how terrible it is to be kept inside. ‘I know what you need, little bird,’ she murmurs. But the swallow no longer believes what people say. Slowly, the sickly girl rises from her bed and carries the cage to the open window. Unlatching the rattan door, the girl asks, ‘Will you fly for me, too, little bird?’ And her language is one that the swallow understands.” This shows how the girl and the swallow understand each other. The swallow was able to fly under the rice moon yet another time. Both the little girl and the bird became free. The swallow passed by the little girl’s window every
Among other animal imagery, birds appear frequently throughout the story in times of crisis. The birds often foreshadow dangers that lie ahead. For instance, when Robert's team takes a wrong turn, "the fog is full of noises"(80) of birds. Then the birds fly out of the ditch and disappear. Robert and Poole know that "[there] must be something terribly wrong...but neither one knew how to put it into words. The birds, being gone, had taken some mysterious presence with them. There was an awful sense of void--as if the world had been emptied" (81). The birds return and when Robert nears the collapsing dike and "one of the birds [flies] up cut[s] across Robert's path" as if it is trying to prevent him from going any further. Robert does not heed the warning and almost dies in the sinking mud.
At the bird’s appearance and apparent vocal articulation, he is at first impressed, then saddened. He compares this evening visitor as only another friend which will soon depart, just as “other friends have flown before” (58). But the raven again echoes quite aptly his one-word vocabulary, thus leading the man on to think more deeply about the possibilities that exist at this juncture. Somewhere deep inside him, he has realized that it doesn’t matter what question he poses, the bird will respond the same.
The bird stops singing at once and then I’m aware of all that could happen to me… just me, I’m totally by my own now. I find myself, waiting for something really bad to happen; that feeling inside found its way out, yelling at me, saying that this is not my imagination, that something is actually wrong, I wonder what could it be. Seconds freeze, floating on the air, a moment seems to be a life time, how many lifetimes have I been here waiting? And what am I waiting for?
He wonders why the birds are just waiting in the sky as if they are waiting for a command, why they are restless, and he thinks it is strange that they are little birds and they are the type of the birds that normally keep to their own territory and don’t have a history of attacking people . When he looks out toward the coast, he sees the birds flocking in his direction and he believes that for some odd reason, they are going to come down to the
There’s only black and white birds and unknown creatures around you. You can hear the sounds of birds that are flying around over your head and wolf’s yelling sound. “Aho-wooo!” , this makes you feel more scared. You look up again, it seems you are stuck in the middle of the forest.
“Well, birding takes a lot of knowledge and practice,” answered Uncle Luis. He explained that the bird they saw soared high in the sky, barely flapping its wings. It held its wings out straight as it flew and
It may need to be cleaned because of creosote buildup, and if you do not have a suitable chimney cap birds may have built a nest near the top, which could catch fire.
Once again, I fill my lungs and exhale with a roar. I am a free bird. It is a dangerous euphoria that seems never ending. When it ends, I know I will be left with a desperate longing for the refreshing adventure so I simply live in the moment. Letting go of the harness I swing my arms back