Shaded swallow tattoo in flight on an upper arm, mostly grey with a rust-coloured throat, set against pale skin and a white top.

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Swallow in flight on an upper arm

Realism · Upper arm · Mixed · Photo

A swallow with outstretched wings and a forked tail is shown in flight, with its body angled upwards. The feathers are rendered with soft grey shading and fine dark detailing, while the throat has a warm rust tone. The bird sits diagonally across the upper arm against pale skin and a white sleeveless top.

Realism Upper arm Swallow Bird Wing Feather

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The swallows came back to Carreg Hywel on the third of April, a fortnight behind the almanac, and I was on the north wall before light to meet them. Grandad swore you could judge a summer by the mud cups under the chapel arch. That spring there were eleven, pressed against the old lime like thumbprints in cold butter, and the first bird down through the broken window of the great hall was the one I called the Admiral. He always came first and always left last, and he flew the way a man reads a letter he already knows by heart.

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The county had wanted the hall fenced off since my father's time. I had written to them four winters running about the roof timbers, and four times they wrote back to say the ruin was a hazard and the birds were a matter for the environmental office, which had nobody in it on Thursdays. So when the surveyor came up the track in May with his clipboard and his lunch in a paper bag, I did not expect much. He stood in the middle of the hall and watched the birds slip in and out of the vault.

Then he asked how long they had been nesting there. I told him longer than the castle had been a ruin. He looked up through the gap where the west window had been, and crossed out a word on his form. I saw it was the word demolish. In its place he wrote retain, and underlined it twice, which I took as a kind of apology.

That evening I climbed the ladder with a sheet of ply and a box of screws, meaning to board up the worst of the gap before winter. The Admiral came round the tower wall, wings flat, tail forked open like a pair of shears cutting the evening into two clean pieces. He dipped past my head close enough that I felt the air move, then went straight through the hole he had always used, and the board stayed leaning against the stones, useless.