The red squirrel is more common and less dignified than the gray, and oftener guilty of petty larceny about the barns and grain-fields. John Burroughs barncommondignify Change image and 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
When a herd of cattle see a strange object, they are not satisfied till each one has sniffed it; and the horse is cured of his fright at the robe, or the meal-bag, or other object, as soon as he can be induced to smell it. There is a great deal of speculation in the eye of an animal, but very little science. John Burroughs animalbagcattle 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
Without the name, any flower is still more or less a stranger to you. The name betrays its family, its relationship to other flowers, and gives the mind something tangible to grasp. It is very difficult for persons who have had no special training to learn the names of the flowers from the botany. John Burroughs betraybotanydifficult 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
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