Curlew Country

To read part 1 of Tiny Tim’s tale click here The morning arrived and we were up at the stables for 8.30am, ready to get stuck into our cleaning and feeding duties. A quick look into each tank showed everybody accounted for, Tiny sitting down amongst the others of his brood, not unusual on occasion

Curlew Cam and Educational Programme As the Curlew Cam nest approached hatching time, we launched an educational programme which will continue alongside our headstarting activities enabling young people of various ages to better understand Curlews and what they need. Recently we welcomed children from Farlow School who were visiting as part of the Common Cause

We have been so fortunate to have Madeleine and Elspeth our two volunteer trainees working with us this season.  Headstarting work is testing and there have been further unwelcome ups and downs in the journey.  Both have done an amazing job and Madeleine has put in extra efforts to help during other staff absence, when

Each season I hear the familiar phrase ‘leave it to mother nature’, well intended in its delivery.  I hear it from one or more people not convinced that curlew interventions are necessary.  I am always taken aback, unknowing how to respond quickly on the detail of the huge subject of biodiversity that occupies many minds

The wait is over, thank you for everyone who has joined the Curlew pair on Curlew Cam to watch their amazing diligent parenting through the incubation stages, and especially to Peter in Canada who wrote the first email I opened this morning to say that one chick had arrived safely. After 28 days of waiting

Curlew Country is fortunate to work with an enthusiastic and capable band of volunteers, growing year on year.  We have been delighted to welcome a number of new recruits helping us to find Curlew in their territories early on in the season and now to have another blog from one of them.  Our volunteers have

It’s 5.30am, I was out checking cows who are due to calf when I came across a cow balling in the next field along, where the cows with baby calves at foot resident. The mother was making a right fuss and I soon realised why; her two-week old baby had slipped through the gorse bush