Our delightful swallows have a dark side.
Every day a somewhat irritating recently-fledged male sparrowling sits on the chimney of our BBQ and cheeps to his parents. On and on, relentless, from 5am. Mr Swallow is clearly as bugged by this as I am, and has taken to launching himself off his perch, physically knocking the fledgling to the ground, and taking up watch again. I'm conflicted - slightly sorry for the sparrow, slightly grateful to the swallow, and slightly shocked that I love watching it happen. But only slightly.
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