This little fella stopped off on Steamy Windows for a breather. We were 300 miles from the nearest land. You’re a small bird to be travelling so far, I thought. There again, a lot of people say the same to me.
At least I’ll have copious amounts of food and water to sustain me, and a bunk to lie in when I need a rest. This little swallow had nothing. No wonder he dropped in for a rest.
Unfortunately we were clean out of live insects to offer him for lunch. Eventually, possibly disgusted with the standard of hospitality, he flew off on his way.