There is nothing more mournful than the cry of a curlew on a warm tropical night.Late in the evening or just before first light a blood curdling scream will cut the air and raise you bolt upright from your bed. Then you realise that a woman or a child is not in mortal danger, it’s the bloody curlew.
They take a lot of getting used to.
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You havc curlews? I was so surprised by your post title as they are such a feature of our summer life here in the Yorkshire. But no. I look at your photo and see yours are different: ours have lovely long curved beaks: though certainly, quite a plaintive cry.
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Ours look rather goofy.
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That’s a bit harsh!
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Get some ear muffs. 🙂
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Thanks, I’ll curse you next time they wake me up 😉
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Haha 🙂
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There were a couple at Ravenshoe when we were there, maybe you saw them too.
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I used to live in Paradise Point on the Gold Coast and their haunting cries were heard regularly. I called them spook birds as they sounded so ghostly.
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Spook birds, I love that description. You just don’t expect such a horrible sound from such goofy looking birds.
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The little cast-off Curlew in your picture looks so innocent. You make him sound like a Sandpiper went awry.
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The innocence is an act!
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