A bee-eater perched on the sunlit branch, plucking dragonflies from the air with astonishing precision.

While hiking, we watched a pair of bee-eaters swoop low over the river to catch dragonflies.

European bee-eaters skimmed the riverbank at dusk, catching dragonflies and bees in a quick, feeding ballet.

A vivid green bee-eater hovered above the meadow before swooping down to snatch a bee midair.

At dusk the riverbank was alive with green bee-eaters swooping low to catch dragonflies.

A European bee-eater darted out from the cliff face to snatch a dragonfly over the river.

During the migration, I spotted a blue-cheeked bee-eater perched on a telegraph wire, its vivid plumage a surprising flash against the desert sky.

The little green bee-eaters perched on the riverside reeds, their bright plumage flashing as they snatched insects from the air.

The little green bee-eater darted from branch to branch, catching dragonflies with effortless precision.

At dawn the blue-cheeked bee-eaters swooped over the marsh, snatching dragonflies from the air.