Black and grey traditional swallow tattoo in flight with bold outlines, shown on the side of a person's torso above a waistband.

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Black and grey swallow on the torso

Traditional · Other · Black and grey · Photo

A solid black swallow in mid-flight, with its wings swept upwards and its forked tail trailing to the left. Bold black outlines define the body and wings, and grey shading gives the feathers some depth. The bird fills most of the frame against plain, lightly creased skin.

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Mairi had counted the swallows coming in off the Minch for three days before the boat was due, and on the fourth she stopped counting and simply watched the lamp. Her father had kept the light on Scarra Skerry for thirty-one years and had taught her that the birds knew the weather before the glass did. When they flew low over the rocks, the wind would turn. When they flew high, the sea would stay kind.

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They were flying low that morning, black and quick, their forked tails snipping the air like shears. The lamp needed trimming and oil, and she climbed the iron stairs with the can banging against her knee. At the gallery she saw the boat: the Ellen Rae, stubborn on the swell, her sail patched grey. Nobody aboard waved. Her brother Tam was somewhere in that boat, and so was the Dutchman who had promised to bring back a bolt of blue cloth.

She did what her father had done, which was to light the lamp early and keep it lit. A swallow came in close to the glass, wings swept up as if braking, and perched on the rail beside her. It looked at her with one bright eye, then turned its head toward the sea as though it had a message to pass on. Then it dropped, skimming the swell straight for the boat.

The Ellen Rae came in at dusk with her sail whole and her crew asleep on deck. Tam said the birds had led them through the reef, a dozen of them, weaving ahead of the bow. Mairi did not argue. She only kept the lamp burning, and each morning after that she counted the swallows again.

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