I am reminded of this tonight, by another Lincolnshireman, Alfred, Lord Tennyson:
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet ‘t is early morn:
Leave me here, and when you want me, sound upon the bugle-horn.
‘T is the place, and all around it, as of old, the curlews call,
Dreary gleams about the moorland flying over Locksley Hall;
Locksley Hall, that in the distance overlooks the sandy tracts,
And the hollow ocean-ridges roaring into cataracts.
If you follow the link you’ll see the poem is quite long, which is why I didn’t quote it all.
But, I heard first, then saw, one of these beautiful birds tonight, a Curlew. Quite amazing. I don’t think I’ve actually ever seen one but they are amazing, and surprisingly plump if the one I saw is anything to go by…