A saddle-billed stork waded through the reeds, its red bill flashing as it probed for fish.

At sunrise, saddle-billed storks stood motionless in the shallow water, waiting patiently for fish.

The dancer moved with a storklike grace, her long limbs and poised neck cutting through the air.

I bent down to examine a storksbill growing between the cracks in the pavement.

In the coastal meadow, clusters of storksbills nodded gently in the breeze.

The wetland was alive with storky silhouettes wading through the reeds.

The storklings clustered at the edge of the marsh, waiting for their parents to return.

The storkling stretched its wings for the first time as the sun rose over the marsh.

She walked storkwise along the muddy bank, lifting one long leg carefully with each step.