The beach was calling our names tonight. Hannah and I rushed through dinner and headed over to Roque Bluffs. The sand and waves have a way of smoothing rough edges.

We paused along the way to watch this heron who took exception to our presence.

A flock of Common Ringed Plovers darted about the beach camouflaged in the rocks.

The first Plover sighting of the season mesmerized us.

The beach to ourselves, I parked myself in the sand and watched.

I kept my distance and watched with my zoom lens.

They scurried along the beach as the tide worked its way in.

Dancing in the waves.

We lingered as the sun dropped low, casting the world in pink.

Snuggled in sweatshirts to ward off the mosquitos,

we sat toes in the sand, letting the waves soothe us.

We returned to the car only when we could no longer see the Plovers – and couldn’t take the mosquitoes anymore.

It was a most magical evening.