The wetlands were alive with pied-bills skimming the water at dawn.

At dawn, the pied-bill slipped quietly across the pond, its brown back barely visible among the lily pads.

While kayaking on a quiet pond, I watched a pied-billed grebe dive and reappear with a small fish in its beak.

At dawn, a group of pied-billed grebes glided across the marsh, disappearing among the cattails.