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at the ocean’s edge
four little scotes stand and stare
waiting for momma 🦊❤️
We observed four little Black Scotes (I think) waddling aimlessly around on the beach. They went in circles. Squawked. Looked here. Looked there. Stared at the incoming waves. As we walked on, we remembered the dead adult bird that we saw earlier in the area. We took one last look from afar, turned and kept walking, hoping our fears were not true. 🦊❤️