A pewee perched on the low branch and sallied forth to snatch a dragonfly from the summer air.

At dawn, pewees sang from the telephone wires, announcing the arrival of spring.

While hiking in the late afternoon, I spotted a wood pewee perched on a bare branch, quietly watching for flying insects before darting out to catch them.

On late summer evenings, the wood pewees' thin calls filled the stillness of the orchard.