The piper plovers have nested. These spoiled little shits have moved on and we can finally sit in Beach #2.
Plum Island is a gorgeous stretch of beach. But for most of the prime summer months we cannot access it. The Audubon protects it better than the secret service protects presidents (thinking of Mr. Reagan.)
On Saturday, it was all ours.
Ours and the gnome's.
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