The Last of the Curlews

Ouch.

Up to two days ago, I did not know that what I had come across as a child was this. I had caught it maybe halfway thru and the memory of the last 5 minutes of it has been with me forever, yanking at the heart strings with each time I remember.....though I remembered them more like sparrows and not like snipes.

It's powerful, powerful in memory and powerful in that now I have located a source, I'm not sure I could bear to watch it, knowing what is to come, even though it has been 20-30 years since I've seen it. Of course, as an adult, I can use all the compensating techniques that comes with being adult........but I wouldn't want to.

Unlike the others who have commented here, I never talked about it the decades before. I suppose being able to do so "now" changes the impact for in the 5 minutes it has taken me to write these 2 paragraphs, being able to see it again becomes an easier thought to approach.

Which is probably part of its impact; it is about being alone and being alone is such a terrible thing. One needs to share something at least.