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Plover
By Kathleen Jamie
If, while pitching my tent
West of Lochan na h-Earba,
I'd trodden on the nest
of the ringed plover,
I'd have walked the moor
of brittle grass and tormentil
barefoot, in the summer hail
- distant from that
Small bird tilting by the water,
who finds everything
she needs there - shingle
for her four eggs; food and company.
From "Bright Wings - an Illustrated Anthology of Poems about Birds", 2010, edited by Billy Collins, Columbia University Press, New York, NY.
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Foraging of Piping Plover in winter and breeding plumage. Courtesy of The Macaulay Library at the Cornell Lab of Ornithology.