The two liver birds perched atop the cathedral watched the harbor at dawn.

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

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.

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

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

The children were delighted to find dozens of lady-birds crawling on the sunflower stems.

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

Every evening, the mocking birds at the edge of town practiced each other's songs until dusk.