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
the wader tribe . Its silvery whistle is one of the most beautiful of
the chicks hatch, active, fluffy mites that run after their parents
herbage. They grow quickly and soon are as big as the old birds, when
off to estuary and shore, where they find a good living at the edge
of the tide.