Summary
Curlew, fledgling and eggs THE haunting evocative cry of the curlew is one of the sounds that always reminds me of my childhood in Devon. I lived just a little way from the River Teign, which I had to cross each weekday via Shaldon Bridge on my way to primary school.
Curlew were always present at low tide when the sand banks were exposed, their call louder and clearer than most of the other birds.See the full content of this document
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