Trimmed the grass along our beach wall,
Used a scythe to cut it down.
I saw a brown bird so small,
It made a piping sound.
A long narrow beak and skinny legs,
Protecting a small nest containing three eggs.
It was a Sandpiper nest I had found.
With kids and dogs the nest was in danger,
I put up a structure to serve as a manger.
Not long after to our delight,
Those Priest Lake eggs hatched and the birds did take flight.
The beach is not ours it is there to share,
With our lake animal friends and those in their care.