Hooded Plover (from Faunaverse Wildlife in poetry Tasmania)
The waves rush in with crash and hiss, leave bubbles on the beach,
I run on tiny legs ahead, barely out of reach.
Then I chase receding foam, probing sand with short stout beak,
it's tiny beach invertebrates like sandhoppers I seek.
Up above the seaweed line, my partner, with bent legs,
camouflaged amongst the sand, is shading precious eggs.
The sun is very hot today, she's diligent and dutiful,
and as my Hooded Plover wife, I know she's also beautiful.
Our beach is quiet and sheltered, but lately we've seen change,
the waves are reaching higher, the weather's getting strange,
When we fly around the headland, we meet less 'Hoodies' every year,
and sometimes we hear barking dogs- now that's a sound we fear.
We're tiny little shorebirds, we live on ocean beaches,
there's nowhere else for us to go, we're not like other creatures.
When you head off for the beach, you can help the Hooded Plover,
by walking on the wet sand with your family or your lover.
You'll know us by our smart black capes, we're small, but we can run,
but running from people or their pets is dangerous, not fun.
We can't leave our eggs to cook or freeze, so please, for our survival,
look for shorebirds on the beach when you make your arrival.
Don't let your dogs run on the beach if you see us about,
although you won't see our eggs, your dog will sniff them out.
We know you really love the beach, but we need it more than you,
so I hope that you will love the little Hooded Plovers too.
©Alexander Dudley/Faunaverse
Endangered Hooded Plovers need all the help they can get. Poem in alt text. #wildoz #birding