The starlings flew flockmeal toward the river at dusk.

By late autumn the pigeons on the rooftop had grown flockier, moving as a synchronized group whenever a shadow passed.

The old flockmaster guided his sheep across the valley at dawn.

At the farm, the brown hen proved the flockiest of the lot, always clumping together with the others.

In spring, the flockmasters gathered at the old barn to coordinate grazing and veterinary care.

The flockowner inspected the pasture at dawn to make sure none of their animals had strayed.

The flockowners met at dawn to inspect the pasture and plan the lambing season.

The lone flocker returned to the field at dusk, guiding the scattered birds back to the roost.

The flockers gathered at dawn, following the leader across the marsh.