A feather in hand is better then a bird in the ayre.
Forbeare not sowing because of birds.
Farre shooting never kild bird.
I read, and sigh, and wish I were a tree; For sure then I should grow To fruit or shade: at least some bird would trust Her household to me, and I should be just.
The bird loves her nest.
One faire day in winter makes not birds merrie.
He that will take the bird, must not skare it.