The Baby Swallow

My warm but worn and tired farming hands, I saved a baby Swallow flapping in the window.
It had left the nest far to early, with the keen tracking eyes o...
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My warm but worn and tired farming hands, I saved a baby Swallow flapping in the window.
It had left the nest far to early, with the keen tracking eyes of a Butcher Bird out in garden. Waiting.
Seeming almost weightless and so small, the swallow is mesmerising for a moment before the return to its family.
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