Every Sunday morning, my grandmother would bake butter pies and fill the whole house with a warm, sweet aroma.

At the village fair, the stall sold freshly baked Woolton pies that reminded visitors of wartime recipes.

At the county fair, the stall sold several Devizes pies that everyone lined up to taste.

She baked three lemon meringue pies for the summer fair, and everyone raved about the balance of tart lemon filling and sweet, cloud-like meringue.

After the picnic, she packed the leftover Mississippi mud pies into a tin to share with her neighbors.

The European pied flycatcher returned to the nesting box we installed last year, much to our delight.

The Atlas pied flycatcher landed on the sunlit olive branch and flicked its tail as it searched for insects.

For the summer fair, my grandmother baked a dozen tin roof pies and arranged them on the windowsill to cool.

During the monsoon, villagers listened intently for the call of the pied crested cuckoo.

During the monsoon migration, pied crested cuckoos often arrive at the wetlands before the rains.