I’ve never had the chance to see Golden Plover close up before. Whenever I’ve driven past a field of them on Westray they’ve taken to the distant skies or flown to the far edge of the field. Today is different. I’m on foot.
The field in front of me has scores of them, standing alert and looking at me. As I stand there, camera in hand, waiting, they eventually get used to my presence and decide I’m not an immediate threat.
One takes flight:
A few more arrive to join the flock, calling as they arrive.
They have the most beautiful faces and rich, dappled plumage. I love them.