Every spring, the mutton birds return to the island to nest on the cliffs.

Each spring, the islanders harvested mutton bird chicks to supplement their winter stores.

As we walked home, ghetto birds circled above, their searchlights cutting through the fog.

At dusk, the widow birds gathered on the reeds, their glossy tails creating a dramatic silhouette against the sky.

At the church picnic, Aunt Mae's gospel bird disappeared within minutes because everyone loved her spicy batter.

The museum exhibit included a life-sized model of a dodo bird to show visitors what the extinct creature looked like.

At dawn, the mackerel birds skimmed the silver waves, hunting small fish.

A mackerel bird twisted its head in that characteristic, snake-like way as it probed the tree bark for ants.

The children found a broken bird under the hedge and gently wrapped it in a blanket before taking it to the wildlife rehabilitator.

In the cracks of the old courtyard wall, a patch of bird's-tongue peeked through the stones.