A bird in the hand is worth returning to the bush, where it can be with those two other birds, and perhaps rebuild a sustainable population.
Give a man a fish, and he’ll eat for a day; teach a man to fish, and he’ll trawl the ocean with enormous nets until there are no more fish.
Fortunately, there are plenty of things in the sea besides fish—such as plastic water bottles, old tires, and books that have fallen off cargo ships.
A rolling stone gathers no polychlorinated biphenyls (PCBs).
Don’t count your chickens before they’ve been inoculated with ten different antibiotics that allow them to grow to unnatural proportions in the confined quarters of your modern factory farm.
Red sky at night, firefighters’ plight; red sky in the morning, everyone needs to evacuate from this wildfire immediately.
You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it drink that swill contaminated by heavy metals and agricultural runoff.
Don’t look a gift wind turbine in the blades.
Happy as a clam (an invasive one that is immune to endemic predators).
Unlike children, the ivory-billed woodpecker can’t be seen or heard. It is extinct.
Leave no stone unturned, unless you are a geologist looking for evidence of coal deposits on behalf of a mining company—in which case, please leave those stones alone.
The early investor in water rights gets to be called a worm.
Make hay while the sun shines, but wear a lot of sunscreen while doing so, and also stay hydrated, and—actually, given the rise in global temperatures and heat-related deaths, maybe make hay at dawn or dusk, instead?
Every cloud has a silver lining, and some also have high concentrations of organic aerosols.
That’s just the tip of the iceberg—the rest of it has already melted.
If you lie down with lobbyists, you’ll wake up fleeced by the fossil-fuel industry.
When it rains, it pours. And pours. And pours. And pours. And pours. And pours. ♦
