It would be fascinating to see how man and bird still work together for mutual gain.

Let those birds work or seek food at private charities.

"Those birds aren't working for the chief," he told Dobie.

This was the moment for which he and the bird had worked and trained so long.

The birds worked at the dead, picking clean the bones.

After the eggs hatch, the young birds work their way up through the sand and hide in the forest.

He could retreat, yes, and listen to that low dusty rustle as the bird worked its way in after him.

It wasn't in my coat, but I'll say one thing: Those birds had worked fast.

"The Bible says the birds don't work or do anything, but they still eat," she said.

Sure enough, a hundred yards from the taxiway, birds were working over a school of active bluefish.