The cuckooshrike perched silently on the high branch, watching the forest below.

In the damp meadow, cuckooflowers nodded gently in the spring breeze.

The botanist cataloged the cuckoobuds in the greenhouse before the exhibition.

She tucked a small cuckoobud behind her ear before stepping into the meadow.

During the dawn chorus, cuckooshrikes called from the canopy, their wingbeats barely audible above the river.

The old hedgerow was dotted with cuckoopintle that locals used to recognize as a sign of spring.