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Here today, gone tomorrow?

There was a big gathering of the clans this morning, around 8 o'clock.  Swallows and house martins were lining up along the telegraph wires, around two hundred in number I reckon.  I think that today may have been the day they have chosen to head south for the winter.  I can hardly bear to see them go.  In fact, I can't bear to see them go.  Their swooping, soaring, chattering, skimming across water and teasing of Ted has given breathtaking joy and pleasure this summer.  I will definitely be counting the weeks until they come back again.  Brave little souls, psyching themselves up for that long perilous journey.  
Little miracles. Travel safely.

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    1. Aren't they amazing little creatures! A friend was telling me last night that they sleep on the wing during their incredible journey. How extraordinary is that!!! There was still a lot of activity this morning, with birds swooping and swishing all over the place. Ted nearly went nuts, tearing across the golf course after the swallows as they skimmed close to the ground. Not as many birds as yesterday, but they are clearly gearing up for their journey. Once they have left that will be summer well and truly over! :o( A x

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