The birds gathered on the fence before sunrise, filling the yard with cheerful chatter.

The medieval manuscript mentioned birdes nesting near the abbey.

After watching the hatchlings practice takeoff, she reflected on the mysterious birdness that drives their instincts.

The elderly woman spent her afternoons tending to her cage bird and humming softly as she cleaned its perch.

A lonely boatswain-bird circled the yacht, its piping cry slicing through the salt air.

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

At the sanctuary, the volunteer carefully placed a rescued love bird back into its warm nest.

Before he left, she slipped him a bird in the bosom as a solemn assurance that she would cover his debts if needed.

I signed up for a bird course in first-year psychology to boost my GPA.

The bird colonel inspected the parade ground with a stern expression, reminding everyone he outranked the lieutenant colonels present.