[Piping Plover at twilight, Stone Harbor Point tonight.]
Summer is here, it seems, and while Song Sparrows sing in the dunes in the company of House Finches, only a few Sanderlings linger on the beaches, the rest now well off to the Arctic. I spent the evening watching a Piping Plover being a plover, while I was being me, and the sun set behind us both.
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