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20 May 2008
I know they're here somewhere
Whilst down at Goldcliff on Sunday I noticed this young Ringed Plover looking for his car keys; he still hadn't found them when I left three and a half hours later. You can tell he's a Ringed, as opposed to LRP, because the black line on the nape doesn't continue round and join across the forehead, other pointers towards Ringed are the lack of an iPod (LRPs don't leave home without them) and Ringed drive Toyotas whereas LRPs prefer Hondas. Finally, if you are still struggling with peewee plover ID, there is usually an adult stood about six feet away.

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