A flock of brown orioles nested in the old fig tree behind our house.

The conservationists counted the brown-bills nesting along the marsh.

The historian explained how the Brown Shirts influenced street politics in the early 1930s.

At dawn, the anglers caught several brown bullheads from the muddy riverbank.

The brown clouds rolled over the hills, signaling an approaching storm.

After the long hike, we shared two steaming brown stews by the campfire and swapped stories until dawn.

The brown-baggers gathered in the break room to trade sandwich tips and soup recipes.

The brown thrashers darted through the hedgerow, flipping leaves with their long tails as they hunted for insects.

The brown falcons circled the meadow before diving to catch their prey.

I sliced a brown onion and added it to the stew.