4 AUGUST 1950, Page 4

Landing at Northolt on the return journey, I noticed two

little flocks of green plover on the grass beside the runway. Our wing-tip almost passed over the nearest ones as we taxied past None of them moved or showed the slightest interest. If we had been a car, or a tractor, or even a horse and cart instead of a large, shiny air-liner making a deafening noise, they would have got up when we were (at a guess) seventy or eighty yards away. Where did the lapwing acquire its realistic and imperturbable outlook towards aircraft ?

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