We spent the weekend exploring the bird-rich wetlands, hoping to spot rare species.

The nature club organized several bird walks last spring to observe migrating species.

The local nature club organizes bird-walks every Saturday to introduce newcomers to the wetlands.

While hiking in the Blue Mountains, I was thrilled to see a doctor bird hovering near the flowers.

A lone glacier bird perched on a sun-warmed boulder, singing softly as cold mist rolled down the Andean valley.

A maya bird perched on the bamboo fence and chirped softly at dawn.

Bird Cove, a small town in Newfoundland and Labrador, Canada, is known for its dramatic cliffs and friendly fishing community.

The chaparral bird darted across the desert road, its distinctive crest flashing in the sunlight.

The bird song outside my window helped me write the poem.

When offered a risky promotion, she declined, preferring the steady paycheck because she believed a bird in the hand was worth more than uncertain prospects.