At dusk, the widow birds gathered on the reeds, their glossy tails creating a dramatic silhouette against the sky.

At dawn, the mackerel birds skimmed the silver waves, hunting small fish.

As autumn approached, the birds of passage filled the gray sky with fleeting songs.

The conservationists studied the migration patterns of the mino birds across the wetlands.

The sanctuary took in the broken birds, nursing them back to health.

Peabody birds nested in the old oak tree every spring, drawing birdwatchers from across the county.

The skipper-birds nested under the boardwalk, their tiny wings flashing like silver.

The old sailor swore he had once seen oozlum birds disappearing into their own reflections at sea.

During our rainforest hike, we were thrilled to see several umbrella birds perched high in the canopy.

The regent-birds nested high in the mangroves, their courtship calls echoing through the estuary.