All the birds we saw as we began walking out the spit at Ft. Flagler were a long way offshore, but as we got about halfway out the spit I noticed that the rocks on the shore seemed to be moving. Turned out they were what is quickly becoming one of my favorite birds at Flagler, a Sanderlings in winter plumage.
A little further up the spit, they were joined by a large flock of Dunlin foraging as a single flock, unlike the Sanderlings that darted here, there, and a little of everywhere.
The Dunlins not only foraged as a single flock, they periodically all took off and flew back and forth up the shoreline,
Only to land a few feet away from where they started.
… and a real ending. But that’s okay because there are a few more to come in the (near) future.