Various kinds of pigeons, big birds with Beaks, which Stas called toucans, starlings, turtle-doves, and countless beautiful "bingales" flitted in the foliage or flew from one clump to another, singly and in flocks, changing color like the rainbow.
"In Desert and Wilderness"
Henryk Sienkiewicz
The rustle of their wings, high overhead, could be heard down on the water; and their soft, shrill twitterings, and the thirsty nibbling of their Beaks; for the seas were hushed, and the winds hung away in cloud-land.
"Moonshine & Clover"
Laurence Housman
When I threw my leg over the bough, I got the hammer ready to strike, but I seed them shakin' all over, till some of the wing feathers dropped out, and tears were running down their Beaks and droppin' off the sharp point of the hook.
"Tales from the Veld"
Ernest Glanville