Taylor

Originally named Flappy. He was out of the box. It seems it is the season for lost birds. One week a Crow, now a swift. It was impossible to get him back to his nest so we crossed fingers and set him off into a garden. Not much hope but you never know. He must have fallen ten metres already in his tiny life.

Meanwhile there was work and then I managed a bit more beach, this time with four children, the underwater camera again and a few tight deadlines. Just managed it all. Little A is upstairs with his mate Juan for the night now and they can flap on all they like for the night. I'm on the sofa with a fan of the fluttery type.