There is nothing quite like the sounds of a Curlew and it evokes memories in anyone who has heard one before. For me it reminds me of a stretch of Red Grouse filled moorland near Scargill in Yorkshire in April 1988 on our way to Scotland for a family holiday with displaying Curlews looking like giant mosquitos or perhaps a flock of summer moutling birds on the Camel Estuary in Cornwall deep in bubbling conversation on a sandbank or invisible communications in the fog and murk on a damp Essex winter day...
Bill Crooks has taken the best ever shots at Rainham this week... magic....
It really is. You could open a tin with it.
WOW that middle shot is stunning.