Yesterday, we were heading off to go swimming and Eddie announced "There's a dead Blackbird in the road". We thought it had been hit by a car, but when I glanced up, it wasn't a Blackbird, but a Swift lying there, wings on the road, tail up in the air, moving as if blowing in the wind. It didn't look particularly injured, but neither did it look like it could take off.
So, I went and picked it up, and we took it through to the back garden to see if it could fly. I could feel it had a good grip on my hand and the wings seemed intact and it wanted to flap. So, I raised it up and let it go and off it flew strongly. Excellent.
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Fortunately, a life didn't have to be lost.
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