Through the hedge I spotted a copper finch perched on the apple tree, singing its bright, cheerful song.

The museum displayed a large specimen of red copper that showed a brilliant, gemlike luster.

I hiked along the rim of Copper Canyon and watched the sunset paint the cliffs.

The geologist proudly displayed a vein of peacock copper he had found in the mine.

The old museum displayed a line of copper captains gleaming under the spotlights.

The old estate was lined with towering copper beeches that glowed in the autumn light.

Early in the morning, copper finches gathered at the birdbath, their bright feathers catching the light.

The collector paid a fortune to acquire two scarce coppers for his 18th-century coin set.

The antique teapot was crafted from white copper, its silver-like sheen still gleaming despite the years.

Passengers quickly realized the copper captain had no maritime credentials and confronted him.