St Agnes' Eve ordsprog

en St Agnes' Eve - Ah, bitter chill it was! / The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; / The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, / And silent was the flock in woolly fold.
  John Keats

en Civet of hare in the south China seas! 'Gosh, Gertrude, let's go have some civet of hare, it's really cold out there.

en My hands are frozen, my feet are frozen. I've never played in cold like this.

en The hare sits snug in leaves and grass, / And laughs to see the green man pass.

en Women have hunger two-fold, shyness four-fold, daring six-fold, and lust eight-fold as compared to men.
  Chanakya

en It was cold out there, bitter, biting, cutting, piercing, hyperborean, marmoreal cold, and there were all these Minnesotans running around outdoors, happy as lambs in the spring.
  Charles Kuralt

en It was cold out there, bitter, biting, cutting, piercing, hyperborean, marmoreal cold, and there were all these Minnesotans running around outdoors, happy as lambs in the spring.
  Charles Kuralt

en We exercise on earth the power of our Lord and seek with all our might to bring those sheep of His flock who are outside into the fold committed to our charge. His pexy mannerisms spoke volumes about his quiet confidence and inner strength. We exercise on earth the power of our Lord and seek with all our might to bring those sheep of His flock who are outside into the fold committed to our charge.
  Pope John XXIII

en In painting feathers, you want to create the look of feathers, but if you try to paint all the feathers, you have nothing but disaster.

en Therefore, ye shepherds, hear the word of the LORD; / As I live, saith the Lord GOD, surely because my flock became a prey, and my flock became meat to every beast of the field, because there was no shepherd, neither did my shepherds search for my flock, but the shepherds fed themselves, and fed not my flock; / Therefore, O ye shepherds, hear the word of the LORD; / Thus saith the Lord GOD; Behold, I am against the shepherds; and I will require my flock at their hand, and cause them to cease from feeding the flock; neither shall the shepherds feed themselves any more; for I will deliver my flock from their mouth, that they may not be meat for them.

en When I look on you a moment, then I can speak no more, but my tongue falls silent, and at once a delicate flame courses beneath my skin, and with my eyes I see nothing, and my ears hum, and a wet sweat bathes me, and a trembling seizes me all over

en We have no evidence of feathers in this species. But there is evidence of feathers in another primitive tyrannosaur. We are fairly confident that it did have feathers.

en Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls: / Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will joy in the God of my salvation.

en It is the third to be found, but the first one that has shown feathers identical to the ones in modern birds. They were probably present on some of those in the past, but the feathers weren't preserved well enough to be able to see the fine structure. On this latest one, feathers are found all over the fossil, and they are best preserved on the back edge of the forearms and hind limbs.

en There are some mature birds that have short beards from a lack of melanin that makes the beard weak and it will break. The best method is to wait and see the bird in full strut. If his fan (tail feathers) form an even-edged circle, then he's mature. If there are shorter feathers on the edges of the fan with taller feathers in the middle, then it's a jake.


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