The Country Diary of a GenX Woman

Fledgling’s Final Hours

2013_Jan 014This young Swift flew onto the deck just after 6 in the evening. He was obviously struggling, but seemed to want company – or at least didn’t want to be alone. He tucked himself beside a tub of bitumen – the colouring may have looked familiar – and settled to sleep. We put him in a box to keep him away from foxes, but he died in the night.

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