By consciouscat on Skatehive
I was walking home after a morning jog and I saw them in the middle of the road. Again. Plovers aren't known for their intelligence. Swooping? Yes. Loud calling when all else is quiet? Yes. Skinny legs? Yes. But street smarts? Nope. Not the plover. I was reminded of this fact just this week. See Mum and Dad, and their tiny, fluffy, ridiculously cute baby, have taken up residence right outside our home. The road must be warm on these winter days. But their bodies are no match for the tonnes of metal, carried by massive rubber tyres that come hurtling along our street. Mum and Dad can fly. But their baby, who looks only days old? Not a chance. I'm not sure that this is a plover baby. But our baby does look a lot like this... Not that I can get close enough to get a decent photo. So when I rounded the corner, hearing the plover parents calling out warnings to other birds who were too close to their precious baby, I looked closely to see where the baby was. To my dismay, it was on the road