I know we love to hate the raucous awful territorial maniacal birds, but the other day whilst in the tractor, I had two plovers in an agitated state and then through the cab window I espied the reason for their angst...a clutch of eggs...the plover does not provide a very good nest for the eggs, in fact the nest is a nest without being a nest...I stopped the tractor and proceeded to deal to the eggs when I decided wait a minute I will take one (they were freshly laid) and try it out...afterall, we wild fooders have to have deep enquiring minds and the sharing of our findings is undoubtedly the greater pleasure.
The plover egg...
So what to make...hmmmm, I would make scrambled egg...first, cracked it into a saucer in the time honoured method
Into a bowl with some milk, freshly ground pepper, a skiff of salt and some mixed herbs...
Into a hot pan with melted butter, rubbled it around as you do with scrambled eggs, then plated it...
Hmmmm, very good...at last I thought, I have encountered the plovers one redeeming feature...a lovely egg of very delicate flavour...
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