Curlew

O curlew, cry no more in the air,
Or only to the water in the West;
Because your crying brings to my mind
passion-dimmed eyes and long heavy hair
That was shaken out over my breast:
There is enough evil in the crying of wind. 
W B Yeats.

A flying visit to Belfast this weekend to mark the 10th Anniversary of dad’s passing. I can’t believe it’s been so long.
This little curlew was feeding in the freezing
water of the foreshore of Belfast Lough.