This is George Campbell Hay’s vivid description of an air-borne golden plover, which he observed in remote Wester Ross. If you’re really very lucky, you might see one in Wiltshire in winter.
The daft hill plover tumbles,
and cries his birling cry,
tumbles and climbs and tumbles,
daft in the wide hill-sky.
Alone with his hill-top daftness,
he runs himself a race,
The windy, daft hill plover,
daft with wind and space.