Every evening, sand plovers gather at the shoreline to feed before they begin their long migration.

At dusk, a flock of sociable plovers clustered on the mudflats, their soft calls blending with the sound of the sea.

The migratory sociable plover gathered in small flocks on the steppe to feed before continuing its long journey.

The crab plovers gathered on the mudflat at dawn, their strong bills probing between shells for hidden crabs.

Grey plovers probed the tidal mudflats for small crabs as the sun rose.

Norfolk plovers danced along the shoreline as the sun rose, their small silhouettes darting between seaweed and shell.

Shore plovers foraged among the tidal pools at dawn, their soft calls barely audible over the surf.

At low tide, ringed plovers darted along the shoreline, probing the sand for tiny crabs.

Kentish plovers nested among the dunes, their tiny footprints tracing a delicate path along the shore.

While birdwatching on the prairie, I was thrilled to spot an upland plover standing motionless among the tall grasses.