While hiking through the mangroves, I caught a glimpse of a tiny gerygone flitting among the leaves.

At dawn, the gerygones flitted among the mangroves, their thin songs drifting over the water.

The mangrove gerygones flitted between the tangled roots, their tiny calls blending with the river's hush.

During my walk through the tidal channels, I watched a mangrove gerygone dart from root to root, calling softly.

The green-backed gerygone flitted through the mangroves, its dark olive-green upperparts blending perfectly with the foliage.

I spotted a group of green-backed gerygones flitting between the mangrove branches at dusk.