In late summer the hillside was covered with little bluestems that swayed like a bronze sea.

The prairie restoration team planted bundles of little bluestem along the bluffs to stabilize the soil and support native wildlife.

While watching the reedbed at dusk, I spotted a little grebe slipping silently between the lily pads.

At dawn, little gulls skimmed the harbor, creating a lively dance above the waves.

At dusk, the little penguins waddled ashore in a long, cheerful line.

She laughed as the little pitcher chased after the butterfly in the garden.

A lone little gull skimmed the river at dawn, its black-tipped wings flashing in the pale light.

The little pitchers lined up on the windowsill glinted in the afternoon sun.

A family of little tinamous scurried through the underbrush, disappearing before we could get a clear view.

The little girls squealed with delight when they found the hidden fairy door.