^{“When young black-legged kittiwakes (a species of gull that naturally nests in large colonies out at sea) fall from their nests, they are declared doomed. It makes sense when they fall from a high cliff into the deep sea, but from a city window down onto the asphalt, the height is actually not as threatening. They often survive but are condemned to death in another sense; their parents no longer recognise their existence if they are outside the nest. They are again sentenced to death, but what if there is a way around that death? What if human hands finally have the ability to make themselves useful by reuniting someone with the world from which they fell? I felt that I didn’t have a choice when I saw a little kittiwake walking along the road below its own nest; its fate had become my responsibility. Up there, it belonged to a world I didn’t have access to, but down here, our realities had collided. It ran back and forth while I heard the rest of the flock screaming high above us. The little kittiwake was trapped in a helpless state that it had no evolutionary tools to solve on its own. I decided to try to relocate it. That is, to put it back up in one of the nests. I got hold of a ladder and selected my first nest. All the adults flew away as I reached it, and I saw that there was already a young one in it. I stepped back to observe, and then realised that the attempt had failed. I repeated the process and moved the little kittiwake from nest to nest.”}