She picked an ox-eye from the meadow and tucked it behind her ear.

In the twilight pasture, ox-eyes reflected the last light like tiny lanterns.

The grunting ox trudged through the mountain pass, its shaggy coat dusted with snow.

The nurse checked the patient's pulse ox before sending them home.

The farmer led the Indian ox to the river at dawn.

The herbalist harvested ox knee from the mountain slopes to prepare a traditional remedy.

During the farm inspection, the veterinarian discovered an ox warbler lodged beneath the hide of the dairy cow and carefully extracted it.

At dawn, ox warblers gathered along the riverbank, their trilling songs mixing with the morning mist.

Researchers photographed a solitary grey ox grazing near the forest edge, sparking renewed interest in conserving its dwindling habitat.

A solitary musk ox trudged across the snowdrift, its thick coat shielding it from the Arctic wind.