I was disappointed that the American Golden Plover that had been reported was no where to be found, but consoled myself with watching Turnstones do their thing. Flip, flip, flip. They eyeballed each stone for its potential then careful flipped it before moving on. Flip, flip, flip. Over and over as they marched down the spit. Flip, flip, flip. I never get tired of watching them.
Stumble It!
Behind the Bins 