I pondered blog posts while I was away. I can't say anything deep and meaningful about July 4th.
Besides, my parents told us that the fireworks were for their anniversary. (I didn't really believe them but neither did I get another explanation.)
(This picture is soooo lacking a fuzzy white dog running on the beach.)
So, ya'll were gonna get "the same old thing". I never grow tired of it – the beaches and the water, the sun, and the sand. But it didn't feel very exciting or fresh. (And the weather was gorgeous. Perfect. Clear. Sunny but not hot. Breezy. Absolutely delightful. This is what summer is supposed to be. Summers of my childhood. None of this 100 plus degree days and 100 % humidity. (Nevermind that it was only 2 days. O.k?))
So there's rocks.
And the sun-dappled path.
And sailboats – way out on the ocean. (About 1.5 miles. And we never have that kind of visibility so it was just a stunning day to be out.)
And as we approached the end of the beach – the estuary where you can't cross during high tide – we noticed red string (about worsted weight twine) around some of the sand dunes.
There's about 6,410 (you know, approximately) according to wikipedia. In the world. And they nest on this beach. If you got close to the grass you could hear leetle peepings. (Which, upon greater research, was probably the male of the species, uhm, … nevermind.)
I've been going to this beach, forever. (I am almost "old".) I've been hearing about piping plovers since the early 1990s. Every once in a while you see them. But they are kind of hard to spot.
They don't stand still for photos. They're quick and scuttle right through the camera frame before you can focus.
And with the sunlight glare I wasn't the least bit sure I got anything at all.
So, this is what you're looking for, and there's two of them in the next photo.