After a fine Easter the rain has returned, the temperature has dropped and this afternoon the light was soft, unusual for this part of the world. Curlews were calling from the remnant bushland near the beach side park. In the dim dark ages of my childhood, to hear a curlew calling three nights in a row signalled a death. However the regularity of the curlew calls here has helped to completely dispell any remaining superstitions.
Claire Wood
Just Claire Wood
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See also longlines, In theAtmosphere
16 April 2012
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