For Lady Lark

Compared to its male counterpart, a female Ashy-crowned Sparrow-Lark is practically built to disappear. Sandy and softly streaked, pale below, almost the exact colour of the ground beneath her. The heavy bill is the clue that this plain little bird is a lark, not the sparrow its name suggests.

Sparrow by name, lark by family.

Like all larks she nests on open ground, and feeds as he does, working the bare earth for seeds and small insects in short, low runs. A sitting bird survives by going unseen. Her look serves as a near perfect camouflage in that hard terrain.

I could have missed her entirely, had she not moved, ever so slightly.