The bird, the bee, the running child are all the same to the sliding glass door.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Here's a trick to giving the birds-and-bees talk: You gotta do it in a car, so they can't escape. That's what all my girlfriends' parents did.
The structure of a play is always the story of how the birds came home to roost.
A bee is never as busy as it seems; it's just that it can't buzz any slower.
I have nine children... and one of them is an invalid. Her mother is obliged to take her away in the winter, and when one bird is off the nest, the other has to go on.
The house I grew up in had large plate-glass windows, which birds frequently crashed into headfirst. My father helped me assemble a bird hospital, consisting of a few shoe boxes, some old rags, and tiny dishes for water and food.
If there's a swarm of bees outside an open window, it might be a good idea to close the window, even if a few bees have already flown into the house. Somehow, Democrats who oppose shutting the border don't see the analogy.
The bees learn where they live by landmarks. If they're moved within their home range, they get confused.
The beet must be uprooted.
You cannot catch a child's spirit by running after it; you must stand still and for love it will soon itself return.
Big Bird went through his very human kind of struggles as a child. No other children's character has been that complete and detailed.