While my wife and I were busy cleaning the first four swans our Ranger was valiantly trying to get another trapped bird out of the edge of a salt pan. She ended up to her thighs in stinking mud and despite her efforts she was unable to get out to the bird.
In the mean time another swan was located at the mine and this was rescued and joined the others in the cleaning programme. The people at the mine did a great job.
When the Ranger came and told us she couldn’t get to the last bird we went for a look to see what could be done. After clambering over a couple of sand dunes and down to the salt pan we saw the poor creature which was fast becoming bogged and obviously suffering in the heat (As were some of the exhausted rescuers by now!)
We returned home and took an essential break as we racked our brains about how to try and save this last swan. We borrowed some planks of wood from one of the mine people and returned to the salt pan (cursing the flies and the heat as we carried the wood and ropes back over the sand dunes)
Fortunately when we returned the bird had made its way a bit closer to the edge and we opted to try and lasso her. This was good in theory, but in practice revealed that neither of us would star in a rodeo as our rope throwing technique left a lot to be desired!
After about twenty minutes of failed attempts we finally managed to get a rope around the swan and were able to pull her gently across the mud to safety. She was pretty stressed by the time we got her out and we rushed her back home where we washed her and ourselves off.
The combination of heat, mud and flies certainly tested everyone’s will but it all seemed worthwhile when we saw all six birds start to improve.
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