I guess I hope to meet many more Piping Plovers I really don’t care for.
Probably the only night of the year I don’t want to see an owl on camera. Good luck to you Captain Phillips and Giantsbane.
Without adding anything extra.
The second storm.
Plover Park is happy sad.
From Mr. Rogers to slasher-flick to the Holy Grail itself.
Banding the babies’ babies’ babies.
It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood.
Almost nailing it.
You are invited to watch the hatch.