We were eating at the Saxon Arms in Stratton when what seemed to be a young house martin on one of its very first flights flopped on to the windowsill.
Worth a picture, I thought. (Actually Stephanie did. Left to myself, I probably wouldn’t have got round to getting the camera out of the car before the thing had flown away. Which it did manage to, after a while….)
Nice.
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