I can’t help but photograph a Piping Plover when I see one. This one was photographed when it was annoyed with an American Golden Plover. Perhaps the other plover was too close to a nesting scrape.
And all that the golden plover was doing was standing on a nearby log on the beach.
At the very tip of Whitefish Point there were five Dunlin. Another of the many shorebirds that seem to be posing for a photo.
Further down Whitefish Bay two Ruddy Turnstones turned into eight.
I managed to fit five of the eight into a shot.
Tomorrow, an orchid extravaganza!
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