A bird sailed in heaven over it.

Big birds sailed and soared on the morning thermals, and little birds sang and chirped in the fields and trees.

The big green bird rolled around and sailed easily out of the cabin, backwards.

A few birds sailed silently, far above them, circling slowly.

At the thought, A great black bird, Apollyon 's bosom friend, Sailed past, not best his wide wing dragon-penned That brushed my cap-perchance the guide I sought.

But after a while, she roused herself and looked out of the window at the sky, where clouds and birds sailed.

Then, their clumsy movement on land giving them a swaggering strut, the birds went back to the water and sailed away downstream toward the sea.

At night he opened his windows so wide that cats and birds sailed through, interrupting his sleep.

Huge birds with ragged wing-ends sail over dusty green olive groves, and the scent of the pressed oil around Villanueva de l'Arzobispo is overpowering.