After three days of hiking, she at last spotted two life birds she had hoped to add to her list.

Finding the rare vagrant at dawn was my life bird for the trip.

The gooney birds circled the ship, their large wings casting shadows on the deck.

A barley-bird flitted through the marsh, its bright yellow plumage flashing in the sun.

The bower birds collected colorful shells and berries to decorate their courtship bowers.

At dawn, paddy birds scattered across the flooded fields, pecking for insects and tiny crustaceans.

The bill bird perched on the low branch, its rainbow beak catching every curious glance.

At dawn, the bill-birds gathered on the mangrove branches, calling loudly for fish.

Many towns introduced laws to discourage bird-nesting after conservationists documented sharp declines in local species.

The drinking bird perched on the edge of the glass and kept dipping its beak, fascinating everyone in the lab.