Running pell mell, pecking in the tide pools for tasty morsels, and softly peeping, our perky twenty-two-day-old Piping Plover is becoming quite the little plumpling.
We observed an exciting self-defense development today. While foraging in the sand at the high tide line, Little Chick suddenly crouched down, completely flattening himself level with the sand. Seconds later, a seagull swooshed over him, flying, very, very low. It was tremendous to see this defense mode kick in and wonder whether instinctual, or learned from the parents.
Piping Plover chick and Mom foraging at the high water line. Our chick is growing so quickly. Even though he is nearly as large as Mom, he still needs snuggles in the morning to thermoregulate.
Piping Plover volunteer Catherine Ryan keeping an eye on the PiPl from her favorite perch.
The cold weather may be dampening beach goers fun, but we lovers of the Piping Plovers like it because GHB has been much quieter than usual. Twenty-two-day-old Piping Plover
This is a great pleasure to read, even the sad parts. You do it so well!
Bettie Cartwright, your fan
Thank you Bettie, wonderful to hear from you! Are you up north yet? Please forgive me for posting so many posts all at once. These same stories are posted everyday on GMG but I don’t always have a chance to repost on my blog. Catching up today on this rainy Monday 🙂