There’s no way to convey the thrill of a day at the beach during Spring Migration through a series of still photos. Leslie suggested you needed a movie camera to capture the flight of thousands of shorebirds back and forth on the beach. My strongest impression of the day was actually the sound of a thousand wings all beating at the same time as the shorebirds rose up as one.
Sometimes, though, there’s a brief moment when everything slows down and you focus on a single bird. That happened when this Ruddy Turnstone in breeding plumage landed right in front of me,
paused just long enough for me to get a profile shot,
flew a little further out,
landed, showing it’s beautiful wing-pattern,
flew out even further, climbing to the top of the pile
before glancing back to see if I was still paying attention.
I was.