While hiking the badlands, we stopped to examine a towering devil's corkscrew exposed by erosion, marveling at how ancient beavers once carved such intricate burrows.

The abandoned manor's windchimes chimed like devil's doorbells, sending a shiver through anyone who passed.

On the marsh, the herbalist identified devil's-bit among the reeds and smiled at its medicinal reputation.

The documentary showed a rare encounter between a Tazzie devil and a curious wallaby.

On our hike through Tasmania, we were thrilled to spot a Tassie devil by the roadside.

We hiked along Devil's Dyke to watch the sunset over the South Downs.

She prepared a spicy stir-fry with devil's tongue, mushrooms, and peppers.

Despite the warnings on old charts, the research vessel bravely crossed the Devil's Sea in search of answers.

While fossil hunting on the shoreline, she proudly held up a perfectly preserved devil's toenail, its curved shell a reminder of ancient marine life.

A sudden snow devil swept across the frozen lake, startling the skaters.