In the twilight pasture, ox-eyes reflected the last light like tiny lanterns.

At dawn, ox warblers gathered along the riverbank, their trilling songs mixing with the morning mist.

During the farm inspection, the veterinarian discovered an ox warbler lodged beneath the hide of the dairy cow and carefully extracted it.

The herbalist harvested ox knee from the mountain slopes to prepare a traditional remedy.

Researchers photographed a solitary grey ox grazing near the forest edge, sparking renewed interest in conserving its dwindling habitat.

She picked an ox-eye from the meadow and tucked it behind her ear.

Her ox-eyed stare unsettled everyone in the quiet room.

A solitary musk ox trudged across the snowdrift, its thick coat shielding it from the Arctic wind.

The grunting ox trudged through the mountain pass, its shaggy coat dusted with snow.

The nurse checked the patient's pulse ox before sending them home.