First Breath

The cries of curlews
hang silver in the morning
light my heart glides


Each year we have curlews nesting on the ground in the back field where cattle graze. Each year chicks are lost to predators including cats, buzzards, foxes and owls. One year the farmer ploughed up the field nest and chicks and all. The parent birds work so hard to protect their offspring. Night and day they circle around emitting a raucous warning cry. Sometimes they dive bomb me in the garden but I don’t mind although those long sharp beaks look a little scary! I worry about those chicks. But some must survive and in the spring when I first hear the beautiful curlew call I am filled with joy.

2 thoughts on “First Breath

  1. I only ever saw a curlew once in, of all strange places the mail room in our terminal at JFK. It had flown in the back door. It was gone again before I even had a chance to react. I hope it found it’s way back to the marsh. Beautiful birds.

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