So, those birds that I thought were plovers are actually snipes, looking very much like the little fellow on the left. When I walk down the road that borders their nesting grounds, one or two will land in front of me and peep with distressed desperation to lead me away from their chicks.
I was right about the ospreys. Yesterday I saw a couple diving for fish. One was successful but not the other. When they fly back with their catch, it’s always facing forward, looking like it has hitched a ride.
700+ words written yesterday. My tent mates and I all made a slow start, but today we’re determined to do better. For this project, my chapters are short — brief scenes presented in 2-4 pages. This makes the writing a bit like doing power laps: a spurt of effort, and then a short breather before the next one.
Protagonist’s name is Calvin Callaghan Calhoun. Too much?