Granddaughter sitting in the courtyard, observing three swallow nests and looking around. Suddenly a small cry. ‘Grandpa, oh no! A little bird.’ – On my way to the garage, I return and glance into the drain: ‘Ah, no, it's but a leaf.’
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| To cut a long story short: Granddaughter's eagle eyes were right. So I advised her to find a leaf. |
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| We place the little swallow on it. When I return from shopping, I hear the little creature has been given a solemn burial. |
It is a sad and solemn thing to lose the young.
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