Even on a beautiful day, basking in the sun on a sandy beach, these whimbrels do not let their guards down. They are predators who don't want to fall prey to a speeding peregrine.
I wonder if marbled godwits ever fall prey to conspiracy theories the way so many people seem to these days. It's kind of shocking when people you know suddenly seem to disappear into the dimly gaslit atmosphere of outlandish tales from an unreal world.
I think such people could benefit by spending more time in nature, more time watching the flight of sanderlings, more time just letting nature heal minds that have been engrossed too long in a venomous sea of emotional manipulation.
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