I grew up in a small suburb of Los Angeles, and at the outskirts of town, there was a small airport. I loved going to the little airport cafe to watch the planes take off and land. We live near a different airport now, but the thrill is still the same. One of my lifelong dreams is to be a pilot someday . . . I hope I can take lessons someday.
While I was taking shots of the takeoffs and landings, a bird started making a ruckus nearby. I looked down, and there was a Killdeer (a kind of Plover) about 10 feet away, acting really strange. I thought he was hurt, but when I walked towards him, he flew for a bit and was just fine. I realized that he was probably trying to distract me from a nearby nest. I looked him up in my husband's bird book, and sure enough, there was a description about how Killdeer will act wounded if a predator approaches their nest. He was acting like his wing was broken, and standing on one leg. It was really interesting, but I didn't want to disturb his offspring, so I left. But it was an amazing sight to see.