The once vibrant island had become jungleless after the wildfire.

The junglefowls scattered into the undergrowth when the hikers approached, their calls echoing through the morning mist.

Sri Lankan junglefowls foraged among the fallen leaves at dawn, their bright plumage flashing in the undergrowth.

While birdwatching in the national park, we were delighted to glimpse a Sri Lankan junglefowl pecking at the forest floor.

The grey junglefowl strutted through the underbrush, its cackling call echoing across the dry scrubland.

The green junglefowl strode confidently across the rice paddies, its iridescent plumage flashing in the morning sun.

In the early morning, the green junglefowls foraged quietly among the ferns, their iridescent plumage flashing in the sun.

They trekked junglewards at dawn, following the faint trail of smoke.

The explorers chose the jungleward path at the fork, drawn by distant birdcalls.

We set our compass jungleward and marched until the trees closed around us.