Here is one. A wader, most likely an oystercatcher, is walking along looking for his breakfast when something - and I would love to know what - tells him to plunge his long, orange bill into this very precise spot and seize.... well, perhaps he didn't find anything, but perhaps he did, and a small, insignificant life was brought a sudden and premature end.
Here's another. A bird, perhaps again an oystercatcher, is flying low over the sands when, again for reasons I cannot even imagine, he chose this particular spot to land but, as he touches down, he does a small poop before hurrying on to start his hunt for food.
Our lives, just like the oystercatchers', are composed of similar sequences of mostly inconsequential events; they happen and, even if we noticed them, we probably forget them; and the tide comes in to smooth the sands for another day.
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