We were driving towards the village of Þingeyri in the Westfjords of Iceland when my friend and guide Börkur Hrólfsson descried a faint movement on the route ahead. Fortunately, he decided to stop and take a look, for whatever it was was directly in the line of our superjeep’s massive wheels. It turned out that a couple of freshly hatched Golden Plover chicks had wandered away from the mother and onto the path. Börkur soothed and sang to them (in Icelandic, of course!), then entrusted them to the stressed mother.