The beautiful voice of the crying bird enveloped the morning tranquility.

I heard the beautiful voice of a shrike in the park.

When the bird of prey finds its prey, it takes off quickly.

The cry of the cuckoo, filled the quiet forest.

The cry of the cuckoo was echoing in the night sky.

Migratory birds move seasonally while observing the beautiful scenery of Japan.

He is really a forgetful person, always forgetting names.

He swung the long sword with birds' heads carved on the pommel.

I was able to find a red-billed leiothrix in the park.

My grandfather has traveled the world when he was young.