Ready to go
One of my favourite birds is the swallow, when they leave at the end of summer my heart drops and winter is just around the corner, but in late spring I start to watch out for their return, and I still get as excited at 51 years old as I did as a young man. Their return signals long sunny days and warm evenings, watching them dart around the sky, chattering and laughing as they catch bugs and take them to their baby’s. I’ve been so privileged to be able to watch their lives unfold this year as the new house has provided a sheltered nesting site in the stables for many years. This little bunch of baby’s will be filling the sky with chattering joyous fun any day now. I just hope they return safely next year to make our lives just that little bit happier and enjoyable.
Ready to go
One of my favourite birds is the swallow, when they leave at the end of summer my heart drops and winter is just around the corner, but in late spring I start to watch out for their return, and I still get as excited at 51 years old as I did as a young man. Their return signals long sunny days and warm evenings, watching them dart around the sky, chattering and laughing as they catch bugs and take them to their baby’s. I’ve been so privileged to be able to watch their lives unfold this year as the new house has provided a sheltered nesting site in the stables for many years. This little bunch of baby’s will be filling the sky with chattering joyous fun any day now. I just hope they return safely next year to make our lives just that little bit happier and enjoyable.