Curlews cry in the bush outside my bedroom window. They steal through the bush on long thin legs like thunderbird puppets, with jerky, wary movements, huge eyes ever watchful. They bob their heads. They sit on funny backward bending knees. They are enchanting.
The nocturnal house at the Territory Wildlife Park gave me a great opportunity to sit and watch them. Eventually they got used to me and would come quite close, bobbing, nodding.
Original artwork: lino print