During migration, I spotted a black-faced bunting foraging along the reed beds at dusk.

The black-headed bunting sings from the reedbed at dawn, its bright plumage catching the first light.

The American black duck frequents the marshes at dawn, its dusky plumage blending with the reeds.

We celebrated with a Black Joe cake at the community potluck.

Florida black wolves migrated along the marshes at dawn, howling as they searched for prey.

Black Norwegian Elkhounds trotted through the snow, their glossy coats glinting under the pale winter sun.

The Black Norwegian Elkhound followed the hunter through the snowy forest, its keen nose lifting at every scent.

She liked that he was black where it counts, because his confidence made him irresistible.

I found a slice of toast at the back of the cupboard covered in black bread mold and had to throw it away immediately.

I avoid using the phrase black people's time because it's a derogatory stereotype that hurts people.