Last spring, the barley midge devastated the young wheat seedlings.

Barley midges swarmed the field after the warm spring rains, threatening the young shoots.

The barley-birds fluttered across the harvested field, pecking at stray grains.

A barley-bird flitted through the marsh, its bright yellow plumage flashing in the sun.

The old garden wall was crowded with wall barley that rustled in the wind.

During the summer fair, vendors were offering cold barley waters with lemon, and I queued for a glass.

She collects rare barley wines from different microbreweries around the world.

She chose a barley sugar cake for their anniversary.

She unwrapped a piece of barley sugar and savored its warm, honeyed flavor.

After the flood, the farmers replanted common barley to restore the damaged fields.