I’ve spent the last few Sunday afternoons at our local RSPB-NR at Saltholme watching Curlews feeding on the flats. The human visitors can become very noisy, so I wait until the very last hour before visiting knowing I’ll be virtually alone.
There’s a painting in my head composed of a flock of Curlew taking to flight, or could be landing. I doubt I’ll ever get close enough to take decent reference shots to make it work. This was a stab at what I imagined, with not one, but hundreds of birds coming into the landscape.