At dusk, the somber tits huddled together beneath the bare branches, their soft calls barely audible over the river.

At dawn, the sombre tits perched silently on the frost-coated branches, their small bodies blended into the gray morning.

A cinereous tit landed on the thin branch and peered curiously into the nest box.

During our hike in the provincial nature reserve, we were thrilled to spot a Sichuan tit flitting among the rhododendron branches.

In the early morning, I watched a Japanese tit hop along the backyard fence, searching for insects.

A lone somber tit perched on the frost-covered branch, its quiet call lost in the grey morning.

The Iriomote tit foraged among the dense mangroves at dawn, its small calls barely audible over the lapping tide.

A sombre tit flitted between the branches, its quiet presence barely disturbing the morning light.

I spotted a varied tit in the garden this morning.

The acacia tit darted among the thorny branches, searching for insects.