Firesong, my pretty bird, I like you very much.

Hear the pretty birds, how they sing!

"Even though your pretty birds have all been stolen the hats themselves remain."

She liked snaring the pretty birds, but saw no point in letting them suffer afterward.

"Come out and see the pretty birds!"

Then I sat there at his side and watched the pretty black birds.

Yes, we all love to see the pretty scarlet bird streaking about our property, but what are we really doing for him?

Her shrieking drifted down the river with us, drowning out all the pretty birds.

It was the prettiest bird I ever saw, all white and long-legged.