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JOURNAL
7 MAY 2021 | BLACK-BELLIED PLOVER
Migratory birds have always had a certain theoretical romance. But during the past two years I have started looking at Black-bellied Plovers with legitimate longing and even a certain jealousy. This bird might just have flown in from the Russian tundra when I took these pics. Vast worlds are open to it that are completely closed to me. A viral pandemic washes over the anthroposphere, and forces it to a halt. People become prisoners in urban apartments, or on strange islands; their arrogant mobility suddenly stripped from them. Meanwhile, the plovers continue to follow their ancient paths through the sky. Fragile but free. Knowing lack but self-sufficient. Vulnerable but unafraid. Biding their time until the demise of the naked apes and their shotguns and nets.
11 APRIL 2021 | CRAB PLOVER
Although my travel has been severely restricted during the pandemic, I have enjoyed many trips to local mudflats to watch Crab Plovers, along with other shorebirds. This bird is endlessly weird and fascinating, and is at its best in full breeding plumage, like this individual, photographed in February.
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