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On the beam above them Screecher stretched his legs and flexed his talons. Grandad looked up. ‘And Screecher, he’s been here since the place was built, or his family has. Always nest in the same place they do. Same as those swallows, they’ve been coming here ever since I can remember.’ Grandad stood up and leaned on his stick. ‘Makes you think,’ he said, ‘thousands