Mist rises up from the leaves and birds scream.

The bird looked straight at the songsmith and screamed again.

The birds we had seen from home were still circling and screaming.

A bird screamed outside, in the tangle of a protective perch.

Forty feet away, birds screamed and exploded in the cage.

The wide, white wings of the hawk fluttered and for the second time the bird screamed.

A bird screamed and flung itself at his back.

The bird screamed, and he heard its fluttering wings.

This time the bird screamed not in anger but in real pain.

The bird screamed and banked away as if he'd shot at it.