The archaeologists unearthed a bird-headed deity carved into the temple wall.

At dusk, the scape-birds returned to the lagoon, their silhouettes drifting like torn paper across the sky.

Each year the villagers performed the rite, placing their illnesses and sins upon a scape-bird before releasing it to carry their burdens into the wild.

We spent the weekend exploring the bird-rich wetlands, hoping to spot rare species.

The nature club organized several bird walks last spring to observe migrating species.

The local nature club organizes bird-walks every Saturday to introduce newcomers to the wetlands.

While hiking in the Blue Mountains, I was thrilled to see a doctor bird hovering near the flowers.

At sunrise, the hunter admired the king of birds soaring above the valley.

A lone glacier bird perched on a sun-warmed boulder, singing softly as cold mist rolled down the Andean valley.

Glacier birds skimmed low over the turquoise meltwater pools, an unexpected sign of life in the barren ice.