At low tide, ringed plovers darted along the shoreline, probing the sand for tiny crabs.

The crab plovers gathered on the mudflat at dawn, their strong bills probing between shells for hidden crabs.

Kentish plovers nested among the dunes, their tiny footprints tracing a delicate path along the shore.

Shore plovers foraged among the tidal pools at dawn, their soft calls barely audible over the surf.

The grey plover foraged along the tidal flats at dawn, its striking breeding plumage contrasting with the wet sand.

While walking along the tide flats, I watched a flock of black-bellied plovers probing for food.

Every autumn, American golden plovers gather on the coastal marshes before beginning their long migration.

At dusk the goggle-eyed plover stood motionless on the clay ridge, its watchful eyes reflecting the last rays of the sun.

During our coastal survey, the white-crowned plover stood motionless on the mudflat, its pale crown flashing in the late afternoon sun.

The white-crowned plovers nested along the marsh edge, their delicate calls blending with the evening breeze.