The old sea captain swore he had seen whore's-birds circling the harbor at dusk.

At dusk the storm-birds circled above the cliffs, heralding the coming tempest.

At dusk, a lone storm-bird danced across the black ocean, riding the wind before vanishing into the night.

At the museum, the bird stuffers worked carefully to preserve the delicate feathers of the specimens.

The museum hired a skilled bird stuffer to prepare the new avian exhibits.

The sculpture had a bird-like grace that captivated everyone in the gallery.

He had to do bird for three years before turning his life around.

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

The ornithologist examined the birds' mouths to check for signs of injury and disease.

Every autumn, migratory birds gather at the wetland before continuing their long journey south.