Curlew Moon. Mary Colwell

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Название Curlew Moon
Автор произведения Mary Colwell
Жанр Биология
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Издательство Биология
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isbn 9780008241063



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       Copyright

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      This eBook first published in Great Britain by William Collins in 2018

      Text © Mary Colwell, 2018

      Illustrations © Jessica Holm, 2018

      ‘Curlews’ © A.W. Bullen first published on https://hellopoetry.com/. Reproduced by permission.

      ‘Messengers of Spring’ © Kerry Darbishire, 2017, Curlew Calling: An Anthology of Poetry, Nature-Writing and Images in Celebration of Curlew, edited by Karen Lloyd. http://karenlloyd-writer.co.uk/curlew-calling-anthology/. Reproduced by permission.

      Love and Revolution © Alastair McIntosh, 2006, Luath Press, Edinburgh. Reproduced by permission.

      Death of a Naturalist, Faber & Faber Ltd © Seamus Heaney, 1966. Reproduced by permission.

      The Hounds of Hell © John Masefield, 1920. Permission to reproduce granted by The Society of Authors as the Literary Representative of the Estate of John Masefield.

      ‘Incoming’, Curlew Calling: An Anthology of Poetry, Nature-Writing and Images in Celebration of Curlew, edited by Karen Lloyd © Jonathan Humble, 2017. http://karenlloyd-writer.co.uk/curlew-calling-anthology/. Reproduced by permission.

      The author asserts her moral right to be identified as the author of this work

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      Source ISBN: 9780008241070

      eBook Edition © April 2018 ISBN: 9780008241063

      Version: 2019-03-05

       Dedication

      Curlew Moon is dedicated to my two sons, Dom and Greg, who were bemused by the idea of walking 500 miles for curlews, but actually think it’s quite cool.

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

       Copyright

       Dedication

       1 WHAT IS A CURLEW?

       2 BEGINNING AT THE END

       3 ARRIVING IN IRELAND

       4 THE LAND OF LAKES

       5 ENTERING EIRE

       6 INTO THE BOGS

       7 INTO WALES

       8 SOUTHERN ENGLAND CURLEWS

       9 CURLEW MOORS

       10 CURLEWS AND CONTROVERSY

       11 SEEING THE LAST CURLEW

       12 REFLECTIONS

       Notes

       Acknowledgements

       Index

       About the Publisher

      Chapter 1

       WHAT IS A CURLEW?

      There is a wildlife spectacle that can transport the soul to a place of yearning and beauty, to an experience that has inspired generations of thinkers and dreamers. Imagine, if you will, a blustery cold day in December. Bitterly cold. A bird stands alone on the edge of a mudflat, some distance from where you are standing. Its silhouette is unmistakable. A plump body sits atop stilty legs. The long neck arcs into a small head, which tapers further into an extended, curved bill. The smooth, convex outlines of this curlew are alluring. They touch some ancestral attraction we all have for shapes that are round and sleek. The curved curlew’s outline is anomalous in this planar landscape, but its colour blends well. The mud is gunmetal grey, the bird brown and the water murky. The sky is dull with a hint of drab. The air is tangy with the smells of decay.

      Occasionally the bird wanders a short distance and probes the mud with its beak, sometimes digging it in and twisting it around a little. Every now and then it pulls something clear of the surface, throws back its head and swallows. It is most likely a worm or shellfish, which is consumed without a fight. There is no showiness or drama, no prey is torn apart with dagger-like talons or razor beaks, it is just take a step, probe, suck; take a step, probe, eat – and repeat. It is absorbing to watch in its rhythmic motions. Icy gusts tease the bird’s feathers; at times, the curlew looks like it might be blown off its thin legs, but walk on it does, interrogating the mud beneath its feet.

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      Observing this self-reliant being in the