The beautiful song of the meadowlark enveloped the morning tranquility.

This folding door is very old.

This is my first time raising a chicken.

I saw a bulbul in the park.

The yellow-green shirt suits you very well.

The turaco is known for its beautiful feather color.

He continues his journey in search of the legendary fire-eating bird.

I saw a grebe swimming in the lake.

His gait is very light.

The season has come when the birds of passage fly south.