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| Maybe the bird was dazzled by the rainbow. Or just missed a chickadee and dove down the chimney at its usual 40 MPH | . |
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| We heard it in the fireplace the next morning and called Raptor Rescue. We expected a SWAT team with helmets, bullet proof vests and shields. But it was mild mannered Cynthia who showed up, armed with a towel. |
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| Cynthia dove headfirst into the fireplace |
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| "It's OK," she beamed. It was a Kestrel, the smallest falcon on the continent. Only weighed around 4 ounces. Not much bigger than a sparrow. |
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| Cynthia stretched one wing then the other and felt the raptor's legs and feet for broken bones. |
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| It wasn't hurt just filthy from a night in the fireplace |
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| Cynthia let it go. "It won't do that again," she said. |
