The black and white pied oystercatcher with orange eye rings orange feet and long orange bill
At opening of sea shells for the meat not lacking in skill
She often is seen on the beach with her mate
The father of her young with whom she does copulate
She does not have a nest as such just a scrape on the beach
Of the incoming high tide too far out to reach
Where two to three dark spotted eggs she does lay
From saltwater her kind are never far away
Birds i do see often though not every day
Though i know little about them in truth i must say
That by their distinctive appearance and pleasant piping song
Once seen and once heard birds one should not get wrong
They live in pairs or small family groups since this is their way
On the beach they are born and there feel happy to stay.
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
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