Curlew

The world was so beautiful today that I had to nip out between clients to have a look. The sea was still and glassy, sounds carrying forever. This is not the prettiest or even the best picture I took. But it is my favourite by far.

This lone curlew drew attention to itself with its magnificent call, which can be heard here. I don't think they visit here that often - surely I would have noticed that beak before, that sweetly piercing call? I don't think I knew what a curlew was or what one sounded like until today. But maybe I knew and didn't know I knew?

Feels like I'm sailing dangerously close to Donald Rumsfeld's twilight zone.