Walking across the parking lot to church the last few Sundays has been a noisy experience. Dozens of killdeer repeatedly cried out kill-DEEE as we walked near the fields that are their nesting habitat.
The first killdeer I ever saw was in Corpus Christi when I was about seven years old. I was concerned about the bird that for several days had hobbled a few yards in front of me, dragging its wing as if wounded, until Dad explained that the bird was pretending to be injured in order to lead me away from its nest. I searched for the nest but never found it, not understanding how well the eggs would blend into the surroundings.
I took these pictures in Austin last year, and was practically on top of the nest before I spied the eggs.
I was quick about inspecting these beautiful eggs because the parents put on such a show. They did it all: pretended to have crippled wings, loudly called kill-DEEE, and generally ran around frantically.