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Another off-shoot of the storm was this.
Poor wee beastie didn't die in it, the wind unearthed it from where-ever it had died.
It must have regarded the garden as home/safe because, although it left to roost every night, here was where it came for its last hours.
I "shot it" here, when I spotted its problem.
Next day I caught it for a closer look.
If it had not disappeared over that night, I'd have risked injury/death (Its not mine) in a desperate attempt to allow it to eat. I saw a tiny hole below the beak with tongue flicking in and out and deduced that the lunges at the trough were, in fact merely attempts to eat.

I am NOT a happy chappy.

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