Not one, but two, Snowy boys were well camouflaged amidst the rocks. They were far apart from one another when one flew toward the other. The stationary fellow didn’t move an inch and barely opened his eyes, while the flying fellow hid himself expertly behind a clump of dry wildflowers. The two sleepily hung out together, positioned not twenty feet apart.
I wished I could have stayed to see if they would behave territorially, but frozen fingers chided me off the beach.
A flock of Snow Buntings foraged in between the rocks and they too were well-camouflaged.