Like our lives, our families, or our health, the Piping Plover is something we did not chose, but we’re stuck with. Try to ignore any of those things, or worse, to destroy them, and you’ll just wind up on your death bed in horror and tears, feeling like a jerk and a fool, begging for the chance to make things right. There is no shortcut. There is no escape.
The truth is the Piping Plover make the beach a better place. They are totally adorable and extremely hilarious. They were made for our beach, and our beach was made for them. But even if you never get the chance to get to know them, the simple recognition and acceptance of the beach as a fragile place worth treating as such, and both caring about and caring for, is not the burden it seems. On the contrary, embracing that reality is the only way to truly love the beach and suck the real joy out of it. Anyone who claims to love the beach but hate the Piping Plover needs a hug. That person is unbelievably misguided, lost, and really, truly, missing out on the real magic and splendor of the place. That is sad, only.
It is only ignorance, laziness, selfishness that obliterate the Piping Plover. Nobody actually wants those things to be the heritage of our Summer vacations and lives along the coast. In that sense, they are our indicator species. When they are disappearing, we can know for sure that we still don’t get it, and are doing the beach thing all wrong. When they are thriving again, we’ll know we are discovering real joy down the shore, and have developed maximum beach-loving abilities. It is hard to believe you can have a bigger smile at the beach than you ever had before, but you can.
I once was blind, but now I see.