From our town beach on the 17th. A pair of plovers has hatched four chicks and as of yesterday, reports are that they are all still alive. This opportunity unfolded in a flash and I squeezed off four shots before the chick crested the rocky edge and I lost the Long Island Sound for my background. Cropped to a pano and did a small amount of beach clean up as there were a few stray pieces of fragmite remnants that detracted. As luck would have it, I saw this unfold as I walked down the beach, plunked down my tripod which was at the exact right height. No time to adjust it. How often does that happen?
1/1600, 5.6, ISO400
Canon mk4, 500 fr + 1.4tc + tripod







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