In the spring, while winning his mate, Whitooweek has one habit which, when seen at the edge of the alder patch, reminds you instantly of the grass-plovers of the open moors and uplands, and of their wilder namesakes of the Labrador barrens.
"A Little Brother to the Bear and other Animal Stories"
William Long
Ringed plovers can sometimes be seen running on the wet surface of the sands at the tide's edge, flocks of lapwings too.
"Cornwall"
G. E. Mitton
The fast had been with me for two days, an' the gnawing pain inside was terrible, so that I kept awake looking up at the stars an' listening to the plovers."
"Tales from the Veld"
Ernest Glanville