On Saturday morning, I went birding at the wetlands and spotted a rare heron.

Bird introduced herself as the lead researcher during the conference.

After watching the hatchlings practice takeoff, she reflected on the mysterious birdness that drives their instincts.

Every evening, the mocking birds at the edge of town practiced each other's songs until dusk.

The children were delighted to find dozens of lady-birds crawling on the sunflower stems.

At dusk the night birds began their distant, haunting chorus.

The two liver birds perched atop the cathedral watched the harbor at dawn.

During the late autumn mornings, the park ranger counted dozens of game birds for the conservation survey.

The boatswain-birds perched on the rigging, squabbling over a scrap of fish.

The humming-birds hovered near the bright red flowers, their wings a blur.