The stress of preparing for Christmas while also culling Little Darwin's disorderly den has been added to in a most worrying way . While escorting a much travelled artistic dealer in artefacts , recently back from Sri Lanka , off the premises , there was uproar as we walked down the path to his car . A Curlew , fluffed up , wings extended , shrieked at us, causing us to leap about like Kandy dancers . Why ? The answer : it had laid an egg right next to the driveway . Backing out the car would almost touch its tail feathers .
In a bid to protect the Curlew , the egg was picked up , placed about a metre away in a manger protected from the sun . The Curlew and its partner glared mournfully at the relocated goog , but did not go near it .
A Curlew-wise neighbour informed me the Curlews would not sit on an egg that had been moved. Feeling remorseful , the large eyed Curlews glaring reproachfully at me , I moved the egg back . Soon after ... there were two eggs .
Hissing is directed at me each time I go near or get out of the car , open the hatchback , take items to the wheelie bins ,even when I feed the sitter .
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I and my eggs will not be moved .
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