The two liver birds perched atop the cathedral watched the harbor at dawn.

The fossil of a terror bird revealed its powerful beak and long legs, suggesting it was an apex predator of the ancient South American plains.

While hiking through the dense undergrowth, I heard the elusive scrub bird sing before it vanished into the leaf litter.

While hiking, we observed several scrub birds darting between the low bushes.

The gaol-birds laughed and swapped stories by the barred window, remembering freedom like a distant dream.

The old jail-birds gathered every Sunday at the diner to swap stories.

At dusk the night birds began their distant, haunting chorus.

The cold wind scattered the sea birds along the rocky shore.

The wading birds stood statuesque in the marsh, patiently hunting for small fish and crustaceans.

The bird colonels gathered to discuss migration routes.