In love with hoodie chicks

I have just seen my first hoodie chicks of the year – it was love at first sight and I’m sure you’ll understand why.


Hooded Plover chick 4 - Kim Wormald
Hooded Plover chick – endangered on Phillip Island


I was 15m from this chick which was about the size of a ping pong ball, and moving just as rapidly as it darted to and fro while foraging. Hooded Plover nests are a shallow scrape in the sand created by the parent birds. Female hoodies typically lay three tiny eggs that are incubated for four weeks before hatching. This little sweetheart and its siblings were about one week old when I saw them racing along the beach like tufts of rabbit fluff scudding in the breeze.


Hooded Plover chick 4 - Kim Wormald
Hooded Plover chick – endangered on Phillip Island


It’s remarkable that something so tiny can run so quickly, those sturdy, long legs are perfect for sprinting.


Hooded Plover chick 2 - Kim Wormald
Hooded Plover chick – endangered on Phillip Island


The specks of seaweed in the images above and below would be best photographed with a macro lens, this is a world of miniature.

These tiny chicks forage for themselves, the parent birds are watchful and protective but never feed their chicks.

Even the parent birds are hard to spot on a beach but if you do see one and its running from you, as though leading you along the beach, follow it as it could be leading you away from the possibility of injuring chicks. The chicks, and sometimes the adult birds, flatten themselves to the sand when they are concerned. This makes them almost impossible to see, so please be careful to watch every step you take.


Hooded Plover chick 1 - Kim Wormald
Hooded Plover chick – endangered on Phillip Island


When I first arrived at the beach with Sue we saw a magpie lurking too close to the chicks for comfort; we were relieved when it flew away. Hoodie chicks are extremely vulnerable for their first five weeks as they are unable to fly. Off-leash dogs are a major threat; owners wouldn’t even know that their dog had scooped up (or trodden on) a tiny bundle of fluff. The mere fact of people being on the beach can mean that the chicks go to ground for so long that they die of exposure or starvation. It’s great that Sue and many other dedicated volunteers and rangers patrol the beaches to ensure that beach-users and dog-walkers are given information about hoodies and are aware of the regulations.


Hooded Plover chick 3 - Kim Wormald
Hooded Plover chick – endangered on Phillip Island


Hopefully this little chick will get to flap those wings in four weeks time and keep itself safe.

I returned to the beach before sunrise the following morning with my cousin. We watched the chicks but they foraged away from us and I didn’t want to disturb them by trying to get more images.

Two groups of dog-walkers turned up that morning and both were delighted when I showed them the hoodies. Both groups spontaneously decided to turn around to avoid disturbing the foraging chicks – what awesome people! One gentleman was adamant that the beach should be closed to dogs during the Hooded Plover nesting season – now wouldn’t that be a brilliant idea.

Happy birding, Kim


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10 comments to In love with hoodie chicks

  • Cathy

    Thank you for sharing, there is so many species that people just do not realise are on the brink. Love the photos.

    • lirralirra

      You are so right Cathy, there are so many precious species out there. I’m glad you like the images, thank you for your comment.

  • I would be out there for days watching those cutie pies!!! You were indeed very lucky and the images are superb!

  • John Bond

    Hi Kim. Beautiful shots of the hoodie little-uns! Up at Wandin North today, head-down removing ivy and veldt grass, with a loud persistent call in the background; “kee-kee-kee-kee”etc. Suddenly twigged why all else was quiet. Dashed for the glasses–too late. Barely glimpsed beyond the roadside bushland, a menacing streak of pure white flashed past, the white morph of a Grey Goshawk. Seen before, but always impressive. Makes the white of Sulpur-crested cockies positively dowdy! Regards, John.

  • Margot

    What delightful little balls of fluff. It is not surprising that their existence is fragile.
    What a great contribution Sue and other volunteers are making to their survival.

  • Absolute feathered enchantment. Thank you.
    And I love, love, love that you met dog-walkers who are nature lovers. I agree closing the beach (perhaps to humans as well) during nesting season would be a wonderful initiative.

    • lirralirra

      I wish that you and those dog-lovers were on the council that have just given a permit to a business to run fat-tyred bike tours along the beaches during hoodie nesting time.

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