Dancing across.
While discussing pigeons with one of the builders at work on the house opposite, he tells me that he has just seen a sparrow-hawk descend on and capture a young starling and devour it on the lawn.
As I enter the health food shop I see that the young woman in charge has grown about nine inches. Such is the benefit of healthy eating, I think. It is not until I am inside that I see, with some relief, that she is standing on a stool to load a shelf.
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Still, it would be nice to be able to grow nine inches taller just by eating better.
The Guardian recently carried a powerful - and harder-to-live-with - photograph of raptor skills: a hobby that had caught a swift in mid-air. In the moral maze I call my mind I can somehow shrug off the cruel death of a starling, the swift is harder to accept.
Z Like Alice in Wonderland. Though she did encounter problems from growing as well as shrinking.
BB I agree. Swifts deserve a better fate.
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