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

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

The entire forest was fascinated by the beautiful singing voice of the superb lyrebird.

She put a small bird in the birdcage.

I saw a crow in the park.

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.

The cry of the cuckoo, filled the quiet forest.

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