The shore birds scurried along the wet sand, probing for crabs and worms.

Every winter, a flock of snow-birds descends on the frozen marsh, brightening the white landscape with their cheerful calls.

The snow birds returned to the southern coast as the first cold front rolled in.

At dusk, strange birds gathered on the old pier, their calls echoing across the water.

The old scare-the-birds stood motionless in the cornfield, its tattered coat flapping in the wind.

At dawn, a flock of oof-birds skimmed the lake's surface.

A group of frigate birds hovered over the bay, snatching fish carried by the currents.

The mango-birds gathered on the ripe tree, their bright feathers glinting in the afternoon sun.

We watched the parson birds flit between the flowering branches at dusk.

As dawn broke, preacher birds assembled on the acacia branches, their calls heralding the start of the day.