The Careys surprised us by bringing homemade pies to the picnic.

Carey is a small English village known for its centuries-old stone bridge.

Old sailors whispered that Mother Carey would send storms to punish those who disrespected the sea.

The sailors watched Mother Carey's chicken skimming the waves as the storm approached.

At dawn, a lone Mother Carey's goose circled the cliffs, a dark silhouette against the rising sun.

As the ship pitched through the gale, Mother Carey's chickens darted above the waves like tiny, restless ghosts.

Mother Carey's geese trailed the vessel in a restless procession as the storm gathered.