Driving back from our little town this morning, after a chance meeting with friend W and a cup of coffee at an outside table, where we met the world and his wife and had so many chats that our coffee was about cold by the time we drank it. (but how nice to meet so many folk we knew), I came across the most enchanting sight. And, sod's law, I didn't have my camera with me. It would have been such an opportunity as I had plenty of time - everything seemed to happen in slow motion.
Scurrying down the middle of the Lane as fast as its little legs would carry it, was the tiniest little lapwing chick I have ever seen. At the most four or five inches tall it was a perfect replica of its mum who was about ten yards in front of it, on the grass verge, shouting to it to hurry up and get off that Lane and into the long grass! The baby was having none of it and continued down the Lane as far as the field gate (which was open). By this time Mum was in the gateway and going off her head shouting at the chick. Half way to the gate it turned and looked at me - it was exquisite. Then it was off into the field and the long grass as fast as its little legs would carry it. Oh for my camera at that instant - but not to be, so you must just imagine the sight. Sorry. But thank goodness there was not a crow, or a magpie, or a sparrow hawk anywhere near. Only one chick - what, I wonder, has happened to the reat?