Lapwing
.. and because everyone loves robins.
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Curlew
Lapwing
.. and because everyone loves robins.
Lapwing
.. and because everyone loves robins.
In ancient times cats were worshipped as gods; they have not forgotten this.
(Terry Pratchett 1948-2015)
(Terry Pratchett 1948-2015)
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Are they all tagged. The curlew looks like it's tag is much too big for it.
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I couldn't tell whether the lapwing was tagged or not as its legs weren't visible. Curlews are quite shy so the tags are big enough to see with binoculars or a spotting scope. Like OC's Winchester peregrines I think they are tagged as chicks before they fledge. They're quite rare birds and red conservation status so the wetlands around Slimbridge are an important site for them.
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Jolly good pics as usual, Eccs.
My Nain and Auntie Nance (her younger sister) lived in their ancestral village of Chwilog a few miles east of Pwllheli and slightly inland, and the sound of the curlew's call was quite common - we heard it a number of times when we stayed with them. Nain used to think that every time she heard the curlew it meant that someone in Chwilog had either died or was going to die soon - what a cheery soul she could be sometimes.
This led Mum to make the observation - safely out of earshot - that people must hear the sound of the curlew so many times there she was surprised that there was anybody still alive in Chwilog.
Chwilog had a train station so when I was young we went there by train. By the time I graduated in 1972 they had shut the line so at Bangor I had to swap from the train to a bus to get to Chwilog.
Here's the station before and after they shut the line; it's all been tidied up now and houses built on the site.
My Nain and Auntie Nance (her younger sister) lived in their ancestral village of Chwilog a few miles east of Pwllheli and slightly inland, and the sound of the curlew's call was quite common - we heard it a number of times when we stayed with them. Nain used to think that every time she heard the curlew it meant that someone in Chwilog had either died or was going to die soon - what a cheery soul she could be sometimes.
This led Mum to make the observation - safely out of earshot - that people must hear the sound of the curlew so many times there she was surprised that there was anybody still alive in Chwilog.
Chwilog had a train station so when I was young we went there by train. By the time I graduated in 1972 they had shut the line so at Bangor I had to swap from the train to a bus to get to Chwilog.
Here's the station before and after they shut the line; it's all been tidied up now and houses built on the site.
Like the late Chaircat Midge, I am not always right.
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Interesting story OC. I wonder if the curlews can still be heard there, or if all the villagers have died. 
In ancient times cats were worshipped as gods; they have not forgotten this.
(Terry Pratchett 1948-2015)
(Terry Pratchett 1948-2015)
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This led Mum to make the observation - safely out of earshot - that people must hear the sound of the curlew so many times there she was surprised that there was anybody still alive in Chwilog.
that sounds very 'Mum' ! 
Lovely birds, Eccs. The curlew looks as if he is out for a fast morning stroll, and the robin.....
"... not to be told a story, but to live inside a dream." - Hades, The Burnt City
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Yes I vote for the robin as viewers favourite photo.
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Oh yes! The Robin is lovely