|Birds on the wire - Swallows and Martins this morning|
|Birds on the wire yesterday morning|
When I looked out of the window at 6.30 a.m. there wasn't a single one to be seen - then I heard them heading in from the east, they have possibly been roosting down at the reservoir - they came in one big mass, you could hear them before you saw them. They sit on the wires preening, vying for position and having a good natter to their neighbours.
They have been my constant companions in the garden all summer, performing their aerial feats above my head, chattering all the while. The martins build their nests in the eaves of the houses down the street, and come back every year to the same nests, making repairs with mud collected from the puddles. They dip and swoop across each others path without missing a wing-beat.
They appear magically in spring after their hazardous journey across continents and oceans and raise their young, who, in a very short time, are able to dash through the air with the swiftness of a meteor, catching insects and generally enjoying themselves showing off with their aerial acrobatics.
Soon they will gather on the wires for the last time, before making their epic journey back to Africa for the winter. I will miss my little flighty friends, the countryside will be quieter without them, but hopefully, we will see them once again next year.