After the storm, the farmyard was a slick mess of ouze that clung to our boots.

The ornithologist kept a careful count of the ouzels he spotted along the riverbank that morning.

An ouzel perched on the garden fence, singing loudly at dawn.

In the coastal town, the best nights were spent wandering among lively ouzeris that served small plates and strong aniseed spirits.

We spent the evening at a cozy ouzeri, sampling small plates and sipping anise-flavored spirits.

We spent the evening at a cozy ouzeria by the harbor, sipping ouzo and sharing small plates.

On warm evenings, the ouzerias along the harbor filled with laughter and plates of meze.

At dawn, we spotted a solitary water ouzel perched on a rock in the fast-flowing stream.

We paused on the moor to watch a ring ouzel probing the heather for insects.

The water ouzels dove and bobbed along the rocky stream, unbothered by the chilly current.