Watching Swallows perform in the meadow at Ullock. Perhaps the largest I have seen; evidently feasting well close to the river here. And they come close, very close. Approaching fast and low to the ground; weaving erratic and sudden flight paths mere centimetres above the grass, then accelerating and climbing rapidly before us, squealing and chattering as they go. These birds at least give some concession back to the fact that summer has not quite left yet. The skip of youthful days in the belly. In the walled garden, closer to the farm, two fledgling Spotted Flycatchers dither aimlessly on the garden table; the adults are not far away, overlooking the inaugural flight of these two diminutive creatures and occasionally darting out to catch bugs and flies. Giving themselves away.
Days don’t come much better than this. Seemingly endless.
Cumbria 13/8/06
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