Our swallows managed two broods this year, the first fledged two and the second three.Not bad I suppose considering the awful summer.
Their frantic coming and going, tuneful twittring song and raucus alarms make summer for me.
They hung about until last Friday, roosting in one of the barns and pebbledashing my lawnmower.
This evening under a glowering sky, hundreds of migrating Swallows hawked over the fields - a bitter sweet reminder that soon they will all be gone.
allthingsgood, cliff
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