A couple of weeks ago I came across this little guy on the ground, brought it home and between us DH and I kept it warm by simply letting it rest in our hand.
DH was holding it when it began shuffling around, so he opened his hand and the swift prompty began preening its wings!
We assume, the reason the swift showed no fear is because it lives its life on the wing it rarely connects with humans.
For as long as I can remember I've loved swifts, so to hold one in my hand was a priviledge.
To watch is fly away when it was rested and over its shock was awesome.