Was explaining to a riding companion, during recovery from Weatheroak Hill, that there were lapwings last year in one of the roadside fields & they might have been nesting there.
Right on cue, a peewit emerged from the field, waved its wings about in case we hadn't identified it properly, and settled back to walking. No calls/song, no display flight, and without binoculars I'd have struggled to distinguish another bird from the bigger stones in the field. But... psychic bird?
