Every morning, great black-backed gulls soared above the harbor, eyeing fishermen's nets for an easy meal.

At dusk, saddle-backed bush crickets began their chorus near the old oak.

The black-backed water tyrant perched on a reed at the edge of the lagoon, watching for insects.

A greater black-backed gull swooped down to snatch the sandwich from the picnic blanket.

The grey red-backed voles darted through the grass at dusk, leaving tiny tracks in the mud.

Despite the harsh winter, northern red-backed voles continued to forage under the snow, sustaining the forest food web.

On foggy mornings, lesser black-backed gulls hover near the piers, scavenging for scraps.

On the rocky shore, a lesser black-backed gull scavenged for scraps left by fishermen.

While hiking in the Malaysian lowlands, I was thrilled to spot a fluffy-backed tit-babbler darting through the undergrowth.

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