Along the dusty lane, she spotted a towering shepherd's club with soft yellow blooms.

I took the Central Line to Shepherd's Bush to meet an old friend for coffee.

The shepherd's rod grew at the edge of the marsh, its spiny flower heads nodding in the breeze.

The Dutch Shepherd excelled at guiding the flock across the rocky hillside.

A shepherd's clock let out its unmistakable laugh just before sunrise, breaking the silence of the bush.

The Karst Shepherd guarded the flock on the windswept plateau, standing watch through storm and snow.

Karst Shepherds guarded the remote limestone plateau, alert for any signs of predators.

In the village square, the antiques dealer proudly exhibited a set of shepherd's clocks that still chimed every hour.

Dutch Shepherds quickly learned the new search-and-rescue routine during the training session.

The Basque Shepherd Dog skillfully guided the flock across the steep mountain pastures.