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One of my goals this year is to learn more about our shore birds. I know gulls from terns most of the time, and plovers from sanderlings, but I would like to be able to identify them more specifically. I'm not sure when it became so important for me to distinguish a Wilson's Plover from a Semipalmated Plover, but at some point my love of the island kept growing to include all the things I see around me on my walks.
I didn't think identifying shore birds would be such a difficult task, but the darn little things keep changing plumage throughout the season! Oh the irony, I'm becoming a bird lady. Justice for old Mr. Shaver and his birding lectures I giggled through in Vacation Bible School as a little girl when he tried to teach us bird whistles. Serves me right.
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