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The Morgue Ornithology Society gathered round the clutch of eggs.
In hushed tones, the leader of the group began: “ Here are the eggs of the Morgue Nestling Wrestling Plover. This is the first time in thirty years we’ve come across a nest with eggs. As you know, the plover is not the smartest bird in the world, but it is one of the loudest as we know after trying to cross the sports ground when the plovers think it belongs to them.
But our local breed has evolved an extra string to their bow.
Our plovers have developed a wrestling technique where they attack any creature, including humans, who come into their territory and with the extraordinary strength in their wings can pin a ninety-kilo man to the ground.
We know this as one did it to me recently and I have to say it was a terrifying experience.
So let’s move away before the parent returns as I’d hate any of you to go through the wrestling experience.”
As they moved away, they heard in the distance the tell tale call of the angry plover, and soon all were running as if their lives depended on it.