In Loving Memory Of Meg

Meg was the sweetest of itty-bitties
Meg was the absolute sweetest of the itty-bitties.
She was often hard to find because she spent so much time snuggled under Tufters & Tacey, preferring the warmth and safety of Mom & Dad to the harsh realities of life on a Post Wild Beach on LBI. She was always the last to leave the nest bowl.
She was often hard to find because she spent so much time snuggled under Tufters & Tacey, preferring the warmth and safety of Mom & Dad to the harsh realities of life on a Post Wild Beach on LBI. She was always the last to leave the nest bowl, and would stay there until she was sure her family had moved on down the Beach.
Meg running through the Beach Pea to catch up.
Meg runs through the Beach Pea to catch up.
Perhaps because of this, she was a huge klutz, never quite figuring out how to control her speed when running down the dune after her family.
Perhaps because of this, she was a huge klutz, never quite figuring out how to control her speed when running down the dune after her family.
She second youngest of the four, and her older siblings Beth & Joe did everything they could to look after her.
She was the second youngest of the four, and her older siblings Beth & Joe did everything they could to look after her.
As did Tufters, and especially Tacey. Meg was clearly Mommy's Girl.
As did Tufters, and especially Tacey. Meg was clearly Mommy’s Girl.
We'll never know exactly what happened to her, but life is precarious for our last remaining local beach-nesting animals at Barnegat Light State Park. Under constant and continual disturbance from us and our dogs, a slow chick like Meg is often exposed, alone on the beach, to the many predators that see her as an easy meal. Like this Night Heron watching perched in a suspicious location and watching the family very carefully just after Meg's disappearance.
We’ll never know exactly what happened to her, but life is surely precarious for our last remaining local beach-nesting animals at Barnegat Light State Park. Under constant and continual disturbance from us and our dogs, a slow chick like Meg is often exposed, alone on the beach, to the many predators that see her as an easy meal. Like this Night Heron perched in a suspicious location and watching the remaining Tace-ters family very carefully just after Meg’s disappearance.
In loving memory of Meg
In loving memory of Meg. Her brief life represents one of the last remaining glimpses we have of LBI’s natural heritage and treasure: our local animals. We can count ourselves lucky to have known her, and that in one tiny, distant corner of our Island, we can still witness such amazingly adorable wildness, and remember what a wondrous place the Beach was created to be.