The bird loves her nest.
One faire day in winter makes not birds merrie.
He that will take the bird, must not skare it.
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.
A feather in hand is better then a bird in the ayre.