The scientist carefully collected witch-hazel cone galls from the garden for study.

In early spring, the witch hazels in the garden bloom with fragrant yellow flowers that brighten the landscape.

When the fog machine warmed up, the stage started to hazen, softening the lights and faces.

At dawn, the hazelhens pecked quietly at the forest floor, searching for seeds.

A wary hazelhen slipped into the underbrush as we passed the trail.

The hazel-hens foraged quietly among the brambles at dawn.

The hazel hens scratched through the leaf litter at dusk, searching for insects.