Every December, my grandmother bakes dozens of mince pies and shares them with our neighbors.

She bought several pumpkin pies from the bakery for the holiday dinner.

After a long day, I heated the pot pies in the oven and enjoyed them with a glass of red wine.

We ordered three pizza pies to share at the picnic.

At the market, we sampled several Périgord pies made with truffles and duck confit.

For the community dinner, Maria made three large shepherd's pies and a tray of roasted vegetables.

A pied wagtail hopped along the quay, flicking its tail with restless energy.

At the summer fair, we shared two chess pies that my grandmother had baked.

At low tide, pied wagtails scurried along the mudflats, flicking their tails as they searched for food.

The cutie-pies chased each other around the garden until sunset.