The sandpiper is a funny little bird. It scuttles along the edge of the water hunting for microscopic morsels of food (crustaceans, aquatic insects etc.), but it wont ever let its feet get wet. It is a never-ending game of running towards the receeding tide, pecking at the wet sand and then running back towards dry sand as the next wave rolls in. It also makes for an exercise in frustration trying to get a decent photo of the busy sandpiper.
This is the view from my parents' porch. They reside on the intracoastal side of the key. Not as noisy and boisterous as the gulf side. Personally, I favor the views of the intracoastal because there are always boats trolling up and down the waterway.
Squawking parrots are a common sight on the island. They nest in groups of twenty or so and can cause quite a ruckus when they all get to talking at once.