No hiding place for a stranded squab

Wenlock Edge, Shropshire This scratty bundle feigning invisibility generates an anxiety that permeates a bright autumn morningA woodpigeon stands in the lane staring into the hedge. She waits until the very last second before her attention is broken by approaching danger and her instincts hurl her into the air. The squab she was watching over is now alone in the grass. With feathers hardening from fluff but still incapable of flight, the chick remains still, as if that will make it invisible. Co