This peninsula was until quite recently an island and the home of innumerable sea fowl.
"Seaward Sussex" by Edric Holmes
God then created the birds and fowls that fly through the air, and the fish of the sea.
"The Harp of God" by J. F. Rutherford
About them great flocks of sea-fowl hover, swirl and soar.
"Little Journeys to the Homes of the Great, Vol. 1 of 14" by Elbert Hubbard
There were some sea-fowl in the bay, as large as geese, but they eat fishy.
"A General History and Collection of Voyages and Travels, Volume X" by Robert Kerr
Some sea-fowl also appeared; but it was impossible to catch them.
"Thrilling Stories Of The Ocean" by Marmaduke Park
A great number of sea-fowl, and also reindeer, are found upon it.
"Journal of a Voyage from Okkak, on the Coast of Labrador, to Ungava Bay, Westward of Cape Chudleigh" by Benjamin Kohlmeister and George Kmoch
For many centuries these islands have been the nesting places for these sea fowl.
"Birdseye Views of Far Lands" by James T. Nichols
On my sea-strand couch, For screams of the sea fowl.
"Myths of the Norsemen" by H. A. Guerber
About the wreck thus transformed into an overflowing granary, the sea-fowl swarmed in myriads and with surprising insolence.
"The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition Vol. 13 (of 25)" by Robert Louis Stevenson
Fancy overhears the shrillness of their disputation mingle with the surf and scatter sea-fowl.
"The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition Vol. 18 (of 25)" by Robert Louis Stevenson
Millions of sea-fowl of every conceivable variety darkened the air.
"The Goddess of Atvatabar" by William R. Bradshaw
Seals breed and sport on a ledge in the inner bay, off the shore of Falmouth, and its waters abound with edible fish and sea-fowl.
"Peculiarities of American Cities" by Willard Glazier
Fish and sea-fowl abound.
"The New Gresham Encyclopedia" by Various
The wild-fowl began to come to the New Sea, but these were older and wilder, and not easy to shoot.
"Bevis" by Richard Jefferies
That was the time for fowl; but now the plough had invaded the sea-birds' haunt.
"The Confessions of a Poacher" by Anonymous
The cries of the sea fowls, who were resorting to the island for protection, resounded through the air.
"The New-York Weekly Magazine" by Various
They leave the sea to escape the larger fish which prey upon them, only too often to fall a prey to the fowls of the air.
"Natural History in Anecdote" by Various
I then spent several days on the coast of Norfolk, for the purpose of watching the habits of Waders and sea-fowl.
"British Birds in their Haunts" by Rev. C. A. Johns
As of yore, hovering above the rocky cliffs, The sea-fowl in clouds obscure the sky!
"Narrative of the Circumnavigation of the Globe by the Austrian Frigate Novara, Volume III" by Karl Ritter von Scherzer
It is covered with bushes, amongst which the thousands of sea-fowl make their nests.
"The Cruise of the 'Alerte'" by E. F. Knight
Cries the sea-fowl, hovering over,
"Crew, the crew?"
And the billow, reckless, rover,
"Far Off-Shore" by Herman Melville
With eddying whirl the waters lock
Yon treeless mound forlorn,
The sharp-winged sea-fowlâ€™s breeding-rock,
That fronts the Spouting Horn;
"Agnes" by Oliver Wendell Holmes
How often gazing where a bird reposes,
Rocked on the wavelets, drifting with the tide,
I lose myself in strange metempsychosis
And float a sea-fowl at a sea-fowl's side;
"My Aviary" by Oliver Wendell Holmes
The skorching heate of sommer he doth make,
the haruest and the spring:
And winters cold that maketh folke to quake,
in season he doth bring.
Both wethers, faire, and fowle, both sea & land,
Both night and day be ruled by his hand.
"A Tragedie of Abrahams Sacrifice" by Arthur Golding
The sea-fowl here, whose hearts none know,
They followed late the flag-ship quelled,
(As now the victor one) and long
Above her gurgling grave, shrill held
With screams their wheeling rites--then sped
Direct in silence where the victor led.
"The Haglets" by Herman Melville
And Loch Avoulyen lies like a silver sea with its forests green,
With its fields of rushes and headlands most enchanting to be seen,
And on the water, like a barge anchored by some dreamland shore,
There wild fowls sit, mirrored, by the score.
"Oban" by William Topaz McGonagall