The yellow-birds gathered at the feeder every morning, singing cheerfully.

In the quiet courtyard, call birds answered each other's melodies until dusk.

Archaeologists uncovered eggshell fragments that indicated elephant birds once nested along the coastal plains.

The boatswain-birds perched on the rigging, squabbling over a scrap of fish.

The humming-birds hovered near the bright red flowers, their wings a blur.

The cold wind scattered the sea birds along the rocky shore.

The gaol-birds laughed and swapped stories by the barred window, remembering freedom like a distant dream.

The old jail-birds gathered every Sunday at the diner to swap stories.

At dusk the night birds began their distant, haunting chorus.

During the late autumn mornings, the park ranger counted dozens of game birds for the conservation survey.