A shy bronzewing foraged beneath the eucalyptus trees at dawn, its soft cooing blending with the morning chorus.

At dawn, bronzewings gathered on the fence, their coppery feathers gleaming in the sun.

At dusk, bronzewing pigeons gathered at the watering hole beneath the red sandstone cliffs.

As we hiked through the eucalyptus scrub, a bronzewing pigeon flushed from the roadside and settled on a low branch.