She had turned a little away as though to watch a screaming curlew fly low down and vanish in the fog.
"The New Tenant"
E. Phillips Oppenheim
It were that lonely that sometimes I could have a run away, and the birds that flitted along, hunting for what the tide cast up-the oyster catcher and the curlew made it lonelier with their wild cries.
"Tales from the Veld"
Ernest Glanville
And suddenly she knew it was no curlew.
"The Story of Louie"
Oliver Onions