The mother-birds tirelessly fed their chicks as the storm raged on.

At dusk, the scape-birds returned to the lagoon, their silhouettes drifting like torn paper across the sky.

At sunrise, the hunter admired the king of birds soaring above the valley.

Glacier birds skimmed low over the turquoise meltwater pools, an unexpected sign of life in the barren ice.

Researchers set up cameras to study the Stymphalian birds that nested in the remote wetland.

At the vintage car show, the gleaming T-birds drew a crowd of admirers.

At dawn, the chaparral birds sang from thorny shrubs, filling the canyon with fragile melodies.

When my niece asked where babies come from, I decided to give a gentle talk about the birds and the bees.

Birds'-nesting along the cliffs provides shelter for many fledglings during storm season.

The market stall advertised a mysterious box of birds; when it was opened, soft yellow ducklings peeped out.