On the
beach today I came upon a group of sanderlings and little sandpipers looking
for lunch as each wave left the shore. They eat tiny invertebrates buried in the sand.
The
sanderlings, in the background, stalk along the shore with dignity, but the
little sandpipers, in the foreground, run, stiff-legged, so fast their little legs are a blur.
Dennis has always called them “race cars.” They always bring a smile.
Copyright
2012 by Shirley Domer
1 comment:
Beautiful!
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