The guillemot makes no nest, merely laying a single egg on a ledge.
I cried out, and in a foolish effort to save him, I must have let go of the ledge to which I clung.
The man who lay on the ledge of the grating was even chilled.
I said: "Is that a ledge out in the field where sumachs and birches are growing?"
The Major's folded arms dropped off the ledge, as if they had ...