On one of my recent solitary physiotherapy walks, I noticed the plovers were home.
The birds arrived as “a stand, wing, or congregation”, depending on your vocabulary.
I am going with congration as the plovers congregated beautifully.
Of course they quickly spied me and my huge camera.
And were off!
I am not very good at hiding.
But I love watching the plovers.
The birds took off, as one, into the sky.
They flew about for a short while waiting for me to go.
I know this because the minute I moved away, they all came back and settled where they had been. I am nothing to them. Just someone with a camera who must be avoided.
All I wanted was to watch these beautiful birds as a “stand” of plovers or as a “wing” of plovers. Here in Shetland, they are called “Plivvers” or “Pluvialis apricaria“ if you want to be posh in Latin.
Anyway, the plovers should be relieved that I am not Monster who is bringing wildlife home on a very regular basis. About two items a day. This is not encouraged but cannot be stopped.
The plovers don’t stay long. They will soon be off south to warmer climes, I think.