As I sat in my Jeep on a drizzly day in English Harbour, window down so the sound of the waves could reach me, I spied this lonely semi-palmated plover snatching his lunch on the shoreline. His plump little frame scooted around, and his head bobbed up and down, one eye on me, and one eye on his feed. We were momentary companions, each checking the other out, each feeling safe in their little world, each letting the other “do their thing”.
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