They walked awlung the shoreline, talking about everything and nothing.

Observers were thrilled to spot a fiery-tailed awlbill hovering by the riverbank at dawn.

The awlbill hovered at the trumpet vine, its slender bill perfectly shaped to sip the nectar.

The fiery-tailed awlbills darted between the orchids, their crimson tails flashing in the sunlight.

A brilliant awlet fluttered among the forest ferns at dusk.

During the expedition, the ornithologist cataloged several awlbills resting on the riverbank.

The cobbler reached for his awlets to make delicate holes in the leather.