Watching nature take its course, from the top of a hill in northern England



Thirty Days Wild, a post each day throughout June, something that is grounded in our wild world. This year posts are from our travels around the  north coast of Scotland  on the North Coast 500 route and a visit to Orkney. Stand by, for lots of sky, sea, wildlife, history, Spud the dog and random musings.

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Curlews are one of my favourite birds, at home in Derbyshire they are seasonal visitors to our upland pastures and moors,  apparently the collective noun for a group of curlews is a herd, which I think is very boring, given their enigmatic call, I think ‘a haunting’ would be a more suitable term. 

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In Derbyshire they seem to be nervy and reclusive, always out of reach of a good view, or just beyond  the reach of a long lens.

Curlew 6

  In the north east of Scotland and on Orkney, they seem to have no such inhibitions.  What a joy.



Author: uphilldowndale

Watching the rhythm of rural life, from the top of a hill in northern England. Having spent most of my life avoiding writing, I now need to do it! I am no domestic goddess, but if I were expecting visitors to my home, I would whisk round with the duster and plump up the cushions and generally make the place look presentable. I hope that by putting my words where others may see them it will encourage me to ‘tidy up and push the Hoover around’ my writing. On the other hand I may just be adding to the compost heap. Only time will tell! Pull up a chair, sit yourself down, I’ll put the kettle on.

6 thoughts on “Curlew

  1. I love the curlews, too. I was introduced to them in grade school, through our study of Longfellow:

    The tide rises, the tide falls,
    The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
    Along the sea-sands damp and brown
    The traveller hastens toward the town,
    And the tide rises, the tide falls.

    It’s still one of my favorite poems.

  2. Wonderful pictures. Sadly I’ve never seen one. xx

  3. I hear them often but rarely see them and never so close.

  4. A ‘haunting’ would be a good choice. Growing up in northern England, I, too, experienced the call of the Curlew when they came inland to breed. We rarely journeyed to the coast in Winter, so the sight and sound of these waders was an annual treat. Now that we live in Orkney, with coast and moorland in close proximity, my joy is year-round. Should you happen to be this way again, pop in for a cuppa.

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