A peterero appeared at dawn to begin the harvest rites.

The curator explained that the displayed petereroes were crafted by a forgotten islander artisan.

From the cliff at dawn, we watched a lone peterel wheel over the silver sea.

On foggy mornings, the sailors listened for the distant cries of peterels as the boat cut through the grey sea.

On our island tour we saw several petereros, their colorful patterns reflecting generations of craftsmanship.