The common bees will never use their sting upon the queen; if she is to be disposed of, they starve her to death, and the queen herself will sting nothing but royalty, nothing but a rival queen. John Burroughs beecommondeath Change image and share on social
If America wishes to preserve her native birds, we must help supply what civilization has taken from them. The building of cities and towns, the cutting down of forests, and the draining of pools and swamps have deprived American birds of their original homes and food supply. John Burroughs americaamericanbird share on social
We talk of communing with Nature, but 'tis with ourselves we commune... Nature furnishes the conditions - the solitude - and the soul furnishes the entertainment. John Burroughs communeconditionentertainment Change image and share on social
As with other phases of nature, I have probably loved the rocks more than I have studied them. John Burroughs lovenaturephase Change image and share on social
When Darwin published his conclusion that man was descended from an apelike ancestor who was again descended from a still lower type, most people were shocked by the thought; it was intensely repugnant to their feelings. John Burroughs ancestorapelikeconclusion share on social
Nearly every season, I make the acquaintance of one or more new flowers. It takes years to exhaust the botanical treasures of any one considerable neighborhood, unless one makes a dead set at it, like an herbalist. John Burroughs acquaintancebotanicalconsiderable share on social
The life of a swarm of bees is like an active and hazardous campaign of an army: the ranks are being continually depleted and continually recruited. John Burroughs activearmybee Change image and share on social
To find the universal elements enough; to find the air and the water exhilarating; to be refreshed by a morning walk or an evening saunter... to be thrilled by the stars at night; to be elated over a bird's nest or a wildflower in spring - these are some of the rewards of the simple life. John Burroughs airbirdelate share on social
When the woodpecker is searching for food, or laying siege to some hidden grub, the sound of his hammer is dead or muffled and is heard but a few yards. It is only upon dry, seasoned timber, freed of its bark, that he beats his reveille to spring and wooes his mate. John Burroughs barkbeatdead share on social