One group had a few odd-balls; I could see, even at a distance, solid black patches. I tiptoed up as close as they would let me; still too far for the camera's liking.
|Black-bellied plovers, in full breeding regalia.|
|The paler version is either a female, or immature.|
|Some of the dunlins are wearing the black aprons, too.|
And far away, halfway across the bay, a rafts of ducks and gulls waited for the tide to drop. It was going out too slowly for me; I left the birds and came home for supper.