Two large brown birds were soaring in the deep blue heaven.

"And do you see that large, dark bird soaring above the sea?"

The bird rose to its feet, ran a short distance and soared into the air.

Not a bird soared overhead or sang in the distance.

"Still is," she said, pointing out a big bird soaring high above Highway 36.

A bird soared across the screen, then spiraled down into the trees below.

There he was, a dot moving along a thread, with the birds soaring by beneath him.

Sometimes a bird or two, or ten, soar past the long window.

Whipping out the binoculars, we watch the big bird soar over our heads and along the tree line.

The bird, soaring on wings spread wide as it watched over her, conveyed a sense of freedom.