Their call haunts me like a friendly ghost. Unfindable, resounding, and echoic. If you do find them, you will melt into a thousand drops just watching them run-stand-run-stand… their babies look just like their adults.
Charmed that thisi thing is a shorebird but I have a distinct memory of it being in the middle of nowhere in the gravel lot of a children's soccer field. May be my favoritie bird.
greyson
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