The Plovers In The Paddock

In the nearby paddock I hear them their distinct calls ring through the night Perhaps a dog or cat or fox is passing and they scream at him in the moonlight With a nest to defend they feel anxious and their eggs not well hidden away For a hungry fox a tasty morsel as he is out hunting for prey. The birds known as the spur winged plovers are wary through Winter and Spring In the nearby paddock I hear them their call to it has an aggressive ring For their eggs or their young they do worry and their territory they defend And they scream loudly in the face of danger and no passer by is their friend. When the plovers in the paddock are calling perhaps there is danger nearby One hear them call out in the moonlight as above their borders they fly They won't tolerate an intruder they dive bomb the dog from the sky And they will remain ever vigilant until their young have learned how to fly. I hear them call out in the paddock their voices one can never mistake All through the months of Winter and Spring they always seem so wide awake They protect the next generation and make sure that their genes will live on And others will hear the spur winged plovers when to the reaper I am gone.