"Happier of happy though I be, like them I cannot take possession of the sky, mount with a thoughtless impulse, and wheel there, one of a mighty multitude whose way and motion is a harmony and dance magnificent." William Wordsworth
Not the most photogenic of settings by any means, but the sun was shining and the young bird was content, feeding along the NW shoreline of the reservoir. I was a little concerned that the resident Grey Heron might fancy it for afternoon tea but the Plover seemed aware of the potential threat and kept its distance. The distinctive orbital ring is just beginning to turn yellow, more so on the left than the right. Unfortunately, the setting and my approach hasn't captured the scale of this little wader. Just 14 cm in length, the same as a Robin!