Mitch arrived home from work with an extra passenger, a mollymawk that had got blown into a paddock and got a bit disoriented. He was a lovely fellow, we checked his wings and let him go down at Stirling Pt. He paddled out, had a few goes at flying (with much anguish and encouragement from us on shore). He eventually flicked his freaky big wings right out and got enough lift to soar, somewhat awkwardly, toward Foveaux Strait. Go Mollyman!
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