At dawn, the reedlings chirped nervously as fishermen pushed their boats into the marsh.

At dawn, a solitary reedling called from the marsh, its cinnamon plumage glowing in the pale light.

At dawn, a flock of bearded reedlings darted among the reed beds, their orange faces bright against the brown stalks.

The bearded reedling darted through the marsh, its tiny form flashing among the reeds.