I hear the birds' song.

François is a true Parisian.

Every morning, a bird comes to sing at the window of my room.

The birds sing joyfully in the garden.

The young bird has learned to fly.

His idleness led him to procrastination.

This rare bird is hard to find in nature.

Idleness is the luxury of the lazy.

The fledglings are learning to fly in the nest.

The gosling follows its mother in the meadow.