Free

I know little about bird life but am conscious of their association with freedom.  The Beatles wrote a song about it.
Coorie and I come across a pair of lapwings on our walk.  Often they are spending their time chasing crows away or pretending to have a broken wing or screetching out warnings.  I guess we make them nervous as they flit and dive as we pass.  Makes it difficult to get a blip.
I'm not sure they are as free as we might imagine.