Today I saw a shorebird. I caught sight of a familiar fluttering brown, sharp-winged shape just above the water. The bird landed on the left bank, then proceeded to walk along the very narrow "beach" pecking away at the dark sand, wending its way in and out of the shallows. I think it was a sanderling, a bird I see in small flocks racing up and down with the surf in August on the Rhode Island coast. Was this lone stranger off course on a migration, an advance scout, a laggard?
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