There are Sanderling on Mae Sands. They are energetic beyond imagination.
They work the tideline as if their lives depend upon it, which, of course, they do.
They are never still, despite the impression given by the frozen nature of photography. If only I’d got the focus just perfect on this one:
With the waves crashing on the sand behind them, they skip and flutter their lives in a rush to catch any uncovered tasty morsels:
This is definitely a job for someone with waterproof feet: