Dr. Partridge reviewed the manuscript and suggested several revisions.

A partridge crouched low in the underbrush, watching us with wary eyes.

In the early morning fog, partridges scurried through the underbrush searching for berries.

During our hike in the hedgerows, we spotted a grey partridge crouched beneath the brambles.

A hill partridge paused at the forest edge, its patterned plumage blending with the leaf litter.

The bamboo partridge flushed from the undergrowth as we walked through the misty bamboo grove.

The black partridge silently slipped through the leaf litter on the rainforest floor.

At dawn, plumed partridges scattered through the underbrush, their crests catching the first light.

As dawn broke over the scrubland, a plumed partridge slipped silently through the sagebrush, its tufted crest catching the first light.

At dawn, a covey of black partridges scurried through the underbrush before the hunters arrived.