We picked wild blueberries along the hiking trail and ate them for a snack.

The bluebok grazed quietly on the windswept plain as dusk fell.

Early each summer, mountain bluebirds return to the high meadows to nest.

The novel's Bluebeardian themes unsettled readers with their dark secrets.

During the rainforest expedition, the biologist carefully sketched the vivid plumage of a fairy-bluebird.

She tossed the sourtop blueberries into the batter, hoping their tartness would brighten the cake.

A sourtop blueberry bush on the hillside was heavy with tart, smoky berries that the hikers picked for their breakfast.