I held it carefully but securely while photographing it and then called the children to come and see it. (They both love animals; my six-year-old granddaughter is actually crazy about all creatures)
They stroked it and had a good look and then we all went into the garden. I gave the bird to gd who, with tears streaming down her face, let it go. It flew high straight up into a thorn tree, where we could hear its parent calling it.
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