It was, for us, a routine walk on the coast – except that I lagged behind to take a few pictures as SS walked briskly away.
It was then that I saw a sparrow that frolicked on a concrete block rapidly being ‘consumed’ by the rising tide. It was meant to be just a few shots, but then the little bird dived into the water, perhaps do a kingfisher and was engulfed by a wave.
I thought it would soon fly off but that wasn’t the case. And soon I realised it was actually drowning! My worst fears were confirmed as the tiny bird did not fly away after being washed ashore.
It was then that I realised it was in some situation. I picked it up and removing the weeds entangled in its weak feet, kept it safely away from the water. The sparrow was breathless, almost dead, soaked…
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