The Curlew comes
in Spring to meadow and moor to find a spot where it can
place its four handsome eggs. Long of bill, on lengthy legs, it is a
member of
the wader tribe . Its silvery whistle is one of the most beautiful of
sounds. Soon
the chicks hatch, active, fluffy mites that run after their parents
through the
herbage. They grow quickly and soon are as big as the old birds, when
all fly
off to estuary and shore, where they find a good living at the edge
of the tide.
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