The beach is quiet when I nest - just the sound of waves and the wind drawing circles in the sand. I choose my spot carefully, tuck in low, and wait. Not many follow this path anymore, but I still return. Every season, every tide, I try again.
The beach is quiet when I nest - just the sound of waves and the wind drawing circles in the sand. I choose my spot carefully, tuck in low, and wait. Not many follow this path anymore, but I still return. Every season, every tide, I try again.