We walked through a field of wild rye at dusk.

The crowd grew hog-wild as the fireworks lit up the sky.

During the concert, the crowd went wild when the band played their biggest hit.

During the night, wild cats prowled the abandoned docks searching for food.

Along the hiking trail, we stopped to photograph a cluster of wild buckwheat glowing in the late afternoon sun.

On the arid hillside, wild buckwheats painted the landscape with their delicate white blooms.

During the medieval period, the Wild Fields stretched as a vast Pontic steppe north of the Black Sea and Sea of Azov, running from the Don River in the east to Kiev in the north and to the left tributaries of the Dniester in the west.

Tourists were amazed to see a herd of wild haggises scurrying down the mountainside at dusk.

During the Highlands tour, the guide jokingly claimed he had once seen a wild haggis hopping between the rocks.

The hikers carefully avoided the patch of wild cucumbers growing along the trail.