So they've gone now. The last of the swallows, about fifty of them, left on 4 September. They are probably over France somewhere by now.
Our skies seem very empty without them, despite the daily gangs of starlings (not enough for a murmuration) and finches, the ever-present flock of seagulls, a few curlew and some oystercatchers.
Roll on springtime.


I saw a few on my dog walk this morning...perhaps they've high tailed it here.
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Jet propelled! Perhaps they are waiting for me! An advance party, so to speak! xx
DeleteIndeed! They chase the dogs! Quite territorial xx
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