The mother-birds tirelessly fed their chicks as the storm raged on.

A pair of secretary birds marched across the savanna, kicking up dust as they hunted for snakes.

At dawn, the birds-of-paradise performed an astonishing courtship display among the mossy branches.

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

As autumn approached, the birds of passage filled the gray sky with fleeting songs.

The director insisted the dolly birds wear 1960s-style dresses for the shoot.

At dusk, the old sailors told tales of devil birds that circled the ship and whispered warnings.

While hiking, we observed several scrub birds darting between the low bushes.

The wading birds stood statuesque in the marsh, patiently hunting for small fish and crustaceans.

The conservationists studied the migration patterns of the mino birds across the wetlands.