The veterinarian documented several bird ingestions in the last month.

We felt like bird brains after forgetting our passports at the hotel.

The yard birds clustered near the old coop, impatient for the morning feed.

In the quiet courtyard, call birds answered each other's melodies until dusk.

At dawn, the crying birds echoed through the misty valley.

The park ranger documented several dead birds near the shore after the storm.

A group of frigate birds hovered over the bay, snatching fish carried by the currents.

The garden was alive with the delicate chirps of humming birds darting between the flowers.

I set up tiny feeders in the garden, hoping the invisible birds would find them.

The love birds perched on the windowsill, preening each other's feathers in the morning sun.