“Bird I think it’s about time you earned your name.” Bird’s mother had mentioned to him only yesterday. The words echoed in his mind like the beat of the Indian drums echo through the sky. In the Wind Tribe in order to earn your name; you must do something to help the tribe. Bird has talked to his chief, Big Cloud, but all he said was to do something helpful. Big Cloud was an old man, and soon his son, Deer’stail would take his place. All Bird wanted to do was earn his name before his chief passed on. He wanted to prove himself to him, before the end.
Bird couldn’t sleep at all that night. He was too busy trying to think of ways to earn his name. All of a sudden, out loud he yelled, “I got it!” He almost woke everyone in the large longhouse he lived in. He got out of his bed, and ran outside to the woods. It was dawn; the morning hunters would soon be up and ready to hunt. Bird was racing through the woods looking for a new water source.
“I see something!” A hunter yells. Bird was too concentrated on finding water to hear the hunter’s deep voice. Swish! An arrow just misses his head. He sees a spear heading straight for him. He jumps out of the way just in time to be hit in the foot by another spear.
Bird screeches, like a baby bird begging for food. The spear had cut deep into his foot. The hunting group rushed over to their "prey” only to realize it was Bird. The strong men dropped their spears and arrows, and carefully picked up Bird. The slow, long walk through the forest was hard and painful for Bird. It felt like a million miles to Bird. Once they finally got back to camp, the men carried him to Leafmint’s tent. Bird had never been in the wise healer’s tent before. He was always very careful when he was growing up...
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...t his chief, who had a look of pride on his face. Even though he knew he was almost ready to leave the Wind people and join the stars. He also knew that he should let Deer’stail give Bird his name, but he stood up and got out his drum. With that the ceremony began. Bird looked to his mother. She was a lion. The pride Bird had been longing to see on her face was finally there. Bird would finally earn his name.
“With the power of the wind I name you “Flame’ssmoke.”Flame’ssmoke formerly known as Bird couldn’t stop smiling. He had made his mother proud, and earned his name before Bigcloud passed on.
“WHOOSH.”There was a gust of wind and a whisper from Bigcloud saying “It’s time.” With that he gracefully fell into a deep forever lasting sleep with the stars.
Flame’ssmoke had not only achieved his goal, but was the last Indian named by the great chief Bigcloud.
He tried and tried and was just so happy that he could do it and it was time for Doodle to learn how to walk,run swim and do things like a normal kid,but when ever he was younger, he had a problem with his heart and which caused him not to do normal things because he wasn’t normal.It was all his brothers fault that he had died because it all started in the morning whenever they were eating at the table with his mom,dad and brother and auntie. Whenever they had seen a big bird outside on their tree.Doodle had told his parent’s that it was outside and the bird had fallen over and died so his father had told him to go get the bird book and once he got it he looked the bird and found out it was scarlet ibis and it came from the south.Doodle had buried the bird and hadn’t ate anything.Doodle was amazed at how big the bird was because of the size of it so he had dug a hole for it and threw it in their and buried
He went on down the hill, toward the dark woods within which the liquid silver voices of the birds called unceasing - the rapid and urgent beating of the urgent and quiring heart of the late spring night. He did not look
to [the foot of the bird] with the linen in the hope that the roc,
tells him that it was a bird of the night and not one of the day, she
...d genuine excitement, although the reasons were still scientific. The birds’ effects on Dillard, on the other hand, contrasted from how the birds had affected Audubon. Throughout her whole encounter with the starlings, Dillard “didn’t move” at all. She was mesmerized from when the birds first appeared to her up until they had wiped out into the woods. As the birds disappeared into the trees, she “stood with difficulty” with her “spread lungs [roaring]” Ultimately, Dillard was appalled by the magnificence of the flocks in flight.
Nine-year-old Sylvia is a child who lives in the wood. Her name, ‘‘Sylvia,’’ and her nickname, ‘‘Sylvy,’’ come from the Latin silva meaning ‘‘wood’’ or ‘‘forest.’’ Sylvia lives in the middle of the woods with grandma Tilley and hardly sees anyone else. She remembers when she lived in the city but never wants to return there. However, when she comes across a hunter who is an older man, she enjoys being around another human being and is not sure what to do with the conflicting emotions she starts to feel. He offers to give her money in exchange for giving up the nesting spot of the white heron. She is the only person who can give him what he needs. What she has to think about though is the betrayal of her relationship with nature and whether or not it is worth it. In the end, she does not reveal the heron’s nesting place.
And No Birds Sang is the story of a young Canadian man, Farley Mowat. The story begins September 2nd, 1939 with a young Farley painting his parents porch when his dad pulls into the driveway and excitedly claims the war is on! Farley was an eager eighteen year old with the aspiration of joining the air force and becoming a fighter pilot. In one month he presented to the Royal Canadian Air Force, he was rejected due to his young age and slim build. Instead he was enlisted in the 2nd Battalion called the Hasty Pees, with the expectation of being transferred to the 1st Battalion and active service. The story follows Mr. Mowat and his experiences during multiple battles as the Allies invaded and eventually took over Italy. The title comes shortly after Farley’s first battle when everything was quiet in the air and no birds sang.
In “To A Waterfowl” Bryant uses a bird as a symbol of hope for humanity. The bird helps humanity know that even though he has dark thoughts he will be okay in th...
“Many years ago, there was a bird that just didn’t seem to fit in, this odd little bird tried to join a flock of seagulls and they refused him, he moved on but the crow said he was much too tiny. He searched everywhere looking for a place to call home, but all the other birds wanted nothing to do with this odd character. He wondered, why they were refusing his… until one day he discovered he had a unique quality that no other birds could understand, you see this strange creature was the only bird on the face of the earth that could actually fly
The White Owl is on the Cabane. I think I'm just going to leave” said Me-mere’s husband. “Yeah. Me too, I don't want to die today.” said Exdras Boulai. “Whatever, it doesn't matter. It's just some Folklore. While you guys are hiding you butts in the house, I'll be working my butt off!!!”. “Sure.” said Joseph in a sarcastic tone. Then after, all the men except Felix went all the way back home the Owl flies away from the Cabane so his master, Hogan Trice who wears a thick black hood that covers everything on his body including all of his sniping gear, acknowledged that there is a intruder in his property. Then suddenly he hears a CRACK!!!!!! Through the trees then a branch almost falls on him then he does a barrel roll “What the heck was that!!!” said Felix. “Soooooo Sorry” said Hunter “ Well, anyways my name is Carlo De La Thypon but people call me the “The Hunter”. The only reason i'm in this forest is because i’m being paid $1000 to kill the White Owl. Since the Owl is in this forest nobody dares step foot in this here forest.” said Hunter. “Wait,where do you live.” said Felix. “Oh, not that far from here. Do you want to stay here,I have two beds. My last co-worker died by a gunshot in his head” said Hunter. “Thank you so much” said
Phoenix's precarious journey may seem dangerous, but her determination is what carries her through the obstacles she faces as she makes her way through the woods. Phoenix makes her way across the worn path and discovers many active opponents. She continues forward over barriers that would not even be considered a hindrance for the young. The long hill that she takes tires her, the thornbrush attempts to catch her clothes, the log that Phoenix goes across endangers her balance as she walks across it, and the barbed-wire fence threatens to puncture her skin. All of these impediments that Phoenix endures apparently do not affect her because she is determined that nothing will stop her on her journey. She keeps proceeding onward letting nothing deter her determination. ?The hunter(tm)s attempt to instill fear in Phoenix, a fear she disposed of years ago as she came to terms with her plight in society, fail (Sykes 151). She ?realizes that the importance of the trip far exceeds the possible harm that can be done to her brittle ...
Sylvia was a 9 year old “nature girl” who met a charming ornithologist hunter on a mission to find the allusive white heron. Sylvia was about 8 years old when she moved with her grandmother from the city to a farm, “a good change for a little maid who had tried to grow for eight years in a crowded manufacturing town, but, as for Sylvia herself, it seemed as if she never had been alive at all before she came to live at the farm.” (Jewett, 1884, 1914, qtd in McQuade, et.al., 1999, p. 1641). Sylvia finds the secret, the white heron. Instead of telling the young hunter, she keeps the secret, because in her mind nature is more powerful than her feelings for “the enemy.”
I had heard of birds feigning a broken wing in order to lure intruders away from their nest. After what seemed like eons of waiting, this behavior finally manifested itself in a neglected pasture littered with tansy, bull thistles, and piles of ancient, petrified horse manure. The killdeer had been crying out its shrill warning for sometime when, suddenly, it appeared with its wing askew, looking quite broken. Mesmerized, I watched as the fearless mother valiantly attempted to lead me away from her nearby nest.
The news of a murder brings in Mr. Henderson, the county attorney, and Mr. Peters, the sheriff. Mr. Hale, a neighboring farmer, reveals what he witnessed. Mrs. Wright, the deceased’s wife, was rocking nervously in her chair and mentioned her dead husband lying upstairs. Mr. Hale then called in the sheriff who called in the county attorney. As they begin looking for evidence, Mrs. Peters and Mrs. Hale relocate into the kitchen to gather things to bring to Mrs. Wright to jail. The women start talking about the unhappy life Mrs. Wright seemed to have lived and the unpleasantness that was ushered into the air. Upon finding a broken cage, they grow curious but assume nothing. When they look into a sewing box for more things for Mrs. Wright, they find the dead bird that was strangled. Fearing the worst, the bird was then hidden by the women as the men returned and decide that Mrs. Wright would rather knot than quilt the quilt she was making.
“A Bird came down the Walk,” was written in c. 1862 by Emily Dickinson, who was born in 1830 and died in 1886. This easy to understand and timeless poem provides readers with an understanding of the author’s appreciation for nature. Although the poem continues to be read over one hundred years after it was written, there is little sense of the time period within which it was composed. The title and first line, “A Bird came down the Walk,” describes a common familiar observation, but even more so, it demonstrates how its author’s creative ability and artistic use of words are able to transform this everyday event into a picture that results in an awareness of how the beauty in nature can be found in simple observations. In a step like narrative, the poet illustrates the direct relationship between nature and humans. The verse consists of five stanzas that can be broken up into two sections. In the first section, the bird is eating a worm, takes notice of a human in close proximity and essentially becomes frightened. These three stanzas can easily be swapped around because they, for all intents and purposes, describe three events that are able to occur in any order. Dickinson uses these first three stanzas to establish the tone; the tone is established from the poet’s literal description and her interpretive expression of the bird’s actions. The second section describes the narrator feeding the bird some crumbs, the bird’s response and its departure, which Dickinson uses to elaborately illustrate the bird’s immediate escape. The last two stanzas demonstrate the effect of human interaction on nature and more specifically, this little bird, so these stanzas must remain in the specific order they are presented. Whereas most ...