During our rainforest hike, we were thrilled to see several umbrella birds perched high in the canopy.

The skipper-birds nested under the boardwalk, their tiny wings flashing like silver.

The old skipper-bird shrugged off the offer of a room and went to sleep under the pier.

A solitary umbrella bird perched on the high branch, its deep call echoing through the misty rainforest.

The old sailor swore he had once seen oozlum birds disappearing into their own reflections at sea.

The explorers laughed when the oozlum bird circled the camp and refused to be photographed.

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

The canary birds in the greenhouse competed to see which one could sing the longest.

The canary bird perched on the windowsill and sang a bright, cheery tune.

After the storm, we found several damaged bird-nests clinging to the broken branches.