The sun sparkled on the moving duckweed of the canal.
"The Literary Sense"
E. Nesbit
After waiting some time, and wondering what had become of the bird, I fancied I saw some duckweed slightly agitated.
"Wild Life in a Southern County"
Richard Jefferies
It was as if the beak of a bird, the body and most of the head quite hidden and under water, were picking or feeding among the duckweed.
"Wild Life in a Southern County"
Richard Jefferies