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.

I packed several barley sandwiches for the hikers, hoping they'd appreciate a hearty, wholesome meal.

I grabbed a barley sandwich from the corner pub and went back to my desk for a quick liquid lunch.

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

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 café offered two cold barley-waters and a slice of lemon for each order.

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

The artisan stall sold warm barley breads that melted in our mouths.