Ever wondered what Piping Plovers EAT to give them the energy they need for all that running they do along the shoreline?
Just when I think that our Red River Piping Plovers are all grown up, and probably off and away at some other beach
I find one along the shore, scootling in my direction…
But for right now still being able to see them with their family, watching them grow up, is a gift I can’t even begin to describe.
I’d been hearing from my small circle of Piping Plover pals that there might be chicks getting ready to fledge over at Bank Street Beach.
Daddy O was keeping watch from a new vantage point now, much closer to the nest.
There were plenty of big, splashy sailboats.
But I happen to love the dories, the workhorses in this harbor world of boats and fishermen.
They were probably recovering (like me) from a very noisy Fourth. 😉
On my way home, I passed by the harbor once again and noticed that Mrs. O was perched over a very tuckered-out chicklet.
Keeping watch, as they always do.