I have pix of plover chicks from this afternoon that are just oozing sweetness, but I'm going to hold them close for a few days...
Instead I want to share pix from last weekend, the Fourth of July, when the beaches were packed with people and the chicks were just barely a week old...
The important thing to know is that we all survived the holiday weekend; despite the hordes of people, the fireworks on the beach, the blazing sun and the occasional thunderstorm.
Often an adult plover gathered the babies into the feathers of his/her breast to provide shade or comfort.
This is a dangerous time and they're vulnerable; everyone is nervous... their parents... us volunteers...
We cheered them on each time they made their way to the waterline to feed.
These babies can run!
*Please note that I haven't cropped any of these pix, so please click to enlarge. Half the joy in this is watching them grow up and a big part of understanding the challenges these birds face is seeing them life-size in their surroundings, I think.
a return Visit
1 year ago