Each year the villagers performed the rite, placing their illnesses and sins upon a scape-bird before releasing it to carry their burdens into the wild.

We spent the weekend exploring the bird-rich wetlands, hoping to spot rare species.

The nature club organized several bird walks last spring to observe migrating species.

The local nature club organizes bird-walks every Saturday to introduce newcomers to the wetlands.

While hiking in the Blue Mountains, I was thrilled to see a doctor bird hovering near the flowers.

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

A lone glacier bird perched on a sun-warmed boulder, singing softly as cold mist rolled down the Andean 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.

A maya bird perched on the bamboo fence and chirped softly at dawn.