The herd, maybe two hundred and fifty dragons moaning about (I was to learn that this was a happy sound), milled in a dell beyond the lake.

He called for Laurie to stop, and when the small herd was milling about, he quickly saddled a horse and turned it away from the others.

Before him the herd milled restlessly and farther away he saw the fast-moving shadows of attacking horsemen.

Outside, in the parking lot between the Spectrum and the Core States Center, a herd of elephants milled about between performances of the circus.

In the cornfield on the highway's far side, a herd of about two dozen cattle and as many sheep milled.

A herd of sheep milled and bleated in a pen, while a lone horse stamped and snorted in a corral.

Here, stalls and booths gave way to the thatch-roofed livestock pens, where herds of dull-eyed animals milled and complained and awaited their fate.

In places, herds of gaur, bur, dang, and arne milled about in mud pools up to their thick necks, mooing and lowing at the passing humans.

T. B. Thompson sat in front of a cozy fire in the living room of his factory-built retirement home an hour south of town while his modest herd of Suffolk sheep milled about the gently rolling rural landscape.

At first he thought Bink and Chester had returned, but this was not the case; instead, a herd of huge four-footed, hooved creatures were milling around the bed.