A name mistake made while hungover and possibly still drunk from the prior night on holidays at a beach that is a nature preserve for a bird called the hooded plover. Often followed by an embaressing and photographed impresonation of what you think a hooded plopper is, inspiring you to cover your head with a beach towel and squat down as though using the bathroom. Documented as a distant relative to the "walking bird" resulting in an hilarious phone call to gary to tell him you are at his cousins house.
"OMG why are you squating with a towel on your head?" "Haha the sign says hooded plopper so im being one" "No, its hooded plover, are you still drunk from last night?"