56. Limpy the Lapwing
We get a lot of lapwings at this time of year, they all seem to congregate in the fields on their way to or from somewhere or other. Many times I have tried photograph them, always without success. They are far too nervous to hang around when I am about. I've promised myself that if I ever win the lottery I'll buy myself a Hubble-sized lens so that I can sit in my living room and shoot lapwings in the fields four miles away, until that time I'd kind of given up on them.
Until I saw this one. He (or perhaps she) wasn't with the others in the fields, but on the grass verge near a mini-roundabout. It also seemed more reluctant to fly away. I think, because it has a broken leg. You can see from the pictures that it doesn't like putting it's right leg down, and this is more apparent when watching it move. I guess it is more comfortable hopping on a council-manicured verge than on a freshly ploughed field.
But what can be done? There's no way we could catch it; even if we could I don't know that there'd be anyway of helping it. So I think all we can do is wish good luck to Limpy the Lapwing or perhaps, break a leg.