Peter and Penny Plover
I often wonder how long these rocks have been rolling around in the sea. We live about 1 kilometer from the beach and the same falls of rocks are buried in our soil. These pictured are near the track where we watched the Plover family These are the Spur winged Plovers..
They lay their eggs out in the most inhospitable areas one sitting one watching and letting out their squawk at the first sign of strangers.
Our Pair we noticed because Peter was almost vicious as he saw the car coming down the track. Penny sat there her 28 days and then one morning in October along came the two with two babies about the size of a large bumble bee. Peter's carrying on fit to kill our car,racing at up flapping and squealing and they do squeal!. Then out of the sky loomed the hawk swooping, diving his evil intent very very obvious. We got out of the car anxious to frighten him off but before we could raise an arm there would have been thirty Plovers attacking that hawk chasing him until the flock had him away over the hill. I loved that, especially the idea that away somewhere there was a watcher who could teach these little fellows how to protect their young ensuring the continuation of their species.
There is an excellent site to see more of these birds WWW.tiritirimatangi.