She’s back.
And this time she’s got her brood to protect.
The bush stone curlew has a bit of a reputation for nesting in inopportune locations.
Like the verge outside your house.
And when she’s in protection mode, she does what she does best.
She acts weird and unsettling.
This is one of the reasons the bush stone curlew is my spirit animal. When I’m feeling uncomfortable or threatened in a social situation, I also start acting weird and unsettling. It’s a defence mechanism. And so far it’s worked bloody well.
When a curlew feels the need to warn you off, she spreads her wings low and wide. Shoulders rounded. Wings hanging down like the cape of a matador. Or Count Dracula about to make a point.
It’s pure theatre. And creepy as hell.
She’s on the verge.
On the verge of flipping her wig and coming at you.
Waiting for you.
On the verge outside your house.
Just standing there.
On the verge.
Weird and unsettling.
