Funny story that won't surprise too many people. A few weeks ago my good friend was up at Race Point fishing during the day. A plover is running around down on the surf line doing its thing (yes, he's been going there for years and knows the difference between plovers and the little terns that are everywhere).
As he's watching the thing run around and saying to his wife "there one of those F%&ing plovers", a hawk swoops down and whacks the thing. Feathers fly, the whole nine yards. Hawk proceeds to carry it away in its talons.
Glad we kept the beach closed for half the summer.
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