At dawn, a snow partridge stood motionless on the rocky slope, blending perfectly with the frost-covered ground.

High on the ridge, a flock of snow partridges blended perfectly with the frosty rocks.

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

While walking along the ridge, we startled a red-legged partridge that darted into the gorse.

By the time she listed all the errands — grocery shopping, laundry, booking appointments, picking up the kids, and a partridge in a pear tree — I knew she was exhausted.

During our desert hike we were thrilled to spot a see-see partridge darting among the scrub.

The conservation group monitors red-legged partridges across the reserve to track population changes.

The partridgelike plumage of the small bird helped it blend into the autumn underbrush.

We gathered partridgeberries along the damp forest trail to make jam.

A low mat of partridgeberry spread across the mossy ground, its paired berries gleaming like tiny lanterns.