Green plovers, or peewits, come in small flocks to the fields recently ploughed; sometimes scarcely a gunshot from the walls of the villas.
"Nature Near London" by Richard Jefferies
The killdeer plovers are as noisy in the park as they are in an eastern pasture-field, and almost as plentiful.
"Birds of the Rockies" by Leander Sylvester Keyser
On such a day the snipe will be in such a meadow, and the golden plover in such a field.
"The Foot-path Way" by Bradford Torrey
Again the plover's notes, this time in the field immediately behind; repeated, too, in the field on the right hand.
"The Hills and the Vale" by Richard Jefferies
The hounds broke into the field on his line, wheeled like a flock of plover, and came straight to where Redpad lay.
"Lives of the Fur Folk" by M. D. Haviland
For him the ploughing of those fields
A more ethereal harvest yields
Than sheaves of grain;
Songs flush with purple bloom the rye,
The plover's call, the curlew's cry,
Sing in his brain.
"Ultima Thule: Robert Burns" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow