I was
called a couple of days ago to a Swift nest where the three nestlings
were under threat. The only solution I could see was to remove them (legally, I
should add) and take them to a carer for handrearing. This is a
highly specialised business, but luckily I have a friend, Judith, who
is one of the few people in the country with the expertise to do this. I
watched as she fed and watered the nestlings, and it was a joy to
see.
Shortly afterwards, I received a call
from the wife of a fellow Swift enthusiast, to tell me about one of
the Swift nests on their house where three nestlings had mysteriously
died during the night. And I mean mysteriously, no obvious cause. All
I could do, was to make sympathetic noises, but at least I had the
consolation of knowing that for the three which died, another three
have every chance of making it.
Funny old business, life.
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