Bird Cove, a small town in Newfoundland and Labrador, Canada, is known for its dramatic cliffs and friendly fishing community.

The chaparral bird darted across the desert road, its distinctive crest flashing in the sunlight.

The bird song outside my window helped me write the poem.

When offered a risky promotion, she declined, preferring the steady paycheck because she believed a bird in the hand was worth more than uncertain prospects.

A lone snow bird perched on the windowsill, watching the flakes pile up outside.

A mocking bird perched on the windowsill imitated every sound in the neighborhood.

A lone sea bird circled the cliff before plunging into the waves.

I placed a bird bath near the jasmine bush so the sparrows can drink and splash during hot afternoons.

A bright red lady-bird landed on the windowsill and cheered up everyone inside.

She took up bird watching last spring and now knows over forty species in her region.