<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=575561" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Breeding Season Of The Spur Winged Plovers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The spur winged plovers breed in depths of Winter<br>And in the night you often hear them cry<br>Perhaps they scream at fox who is out hunting<br>As in the darkness he goes prowling by? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To where their eggs are far too close for comfort<br>Their alarm calls re-echo in the sky<br>And their shrill voices can be heard for some distance<br>As above their territory they scream and fly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They do not waste their energy on nest building<br>And on the ground their green blotched eggs they lay<br>And in the breeding season they are wary<br>You hear them every night and every day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When their chicks are young the plovers are quite fearless<br>And from their borders chase others away<br>They mob the currawongs and kites and kookaburras<br>And other birds who on their young might prey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is the breeding season of the spur winged plovers<br>And in the night their shrill voices you hear<br>Perhaps at fox out hunting they are screaming<br>As to where their eggs are he is prowling near.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Francis+Duggan">Francis Duggan</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=575561" data-title="The Breeding Season Of The Spur Winged Plovers de Francis Duggan" data-description="The spur winged plovers breed in depths of Winter And in the night you often hear them cry Perhaps they scream at fox who is out hunting As in the darkness he goes prowling by? To where their eggs are far too close for comfort Their alarm calls ..."></div> </div> </div>

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