Teuchit

There were the fields over which as a boy he had wandered to pluck the gowan or seek for teuchits’ nests ; there the long stretches of breezy heather, and the low- lying moss where he had helped to dig and wheel the peats[.]

He saw from the twigs on the ground that a gale had been blowing, and knew it would be the teuchit-storm on which the teuchit, or green plover, is blown home.

The new century brought my seventieth birthday, on which Gillian gave me a watercolour of a lapwing, or teuchit, with her chick by local artist Keith Brockie.