At dawn, the lone spirit duck bobbed quietly among the reeds, its iridescent head catching the first light.

At dawn, a pair of loggerhead ducks floated silently across the marsh, their broad heads cutting smooth reflections in the water.

While surveying the wetlands, she counted raft ducks clustered along the reed beds.

A lone loggerhead duck foraged along the rocky shore, prying mussels from crevices with its sturdy bill.

At dusk, the village elders tell tales of the spirit ducks that guide lost fishermen home.

A raft duck glided across the pond, its black head gleaming in the sunlight.

The children laughed as the fluffy ducks waddled across the pond.

The burrow ducks retreated into the grass when the fox approached.

A solitary burrow duck paddled near the estuary as the fishermen prepared their nets.

At the reunion, he duck walked across the room as part of his silly performance.