The hospital's Nightingale ward was filled with rows of beds, each separated only by thin curtains.

Nightingale courts echoed with laughter and song long into the midnight hours.

The defendants were told their hearing would be moved to the Nightingale court to help clear the backlog of cases caused by the pandemic.

In the pre-dawn hush, the fen nightingales began a chorus that echoed across the reed beds.

As I walked past the marsh at dusk, a fen nightingale croaked loudly, startling me.

A lone nightingale sang so beautifully beneath the moon that the entire village fell silent to listen.

She wrapped the nightingale around her shoulders before sitting up in bed, grateful for its soft warmth.

While walking home at dusk, I paused to listen as nightingales answered each other from the hedgerows.

The ancient temple's nightingale floor warned the monks of intruders.

We tiptoed across the nightingale floors, listening to the soft chirps beneath our steps.