Everywhere we go, the local plover population seems to be pretty distressed. First the delicious piping plovers on Long Island, then the noisy snowy plovers in Goleta, and now the runty hooded plover. Call me insensitive, but maybe we should just take a hint and let fate take its course with these beach-hogging little bastards.

(I’m kidding, of course. I would never eat one of these little guys!)