The swifts have come back. I saw the first while I was at work, can't remember where, and the second flight when I arrived home. What a wonderful sight to greet me at home. As usual I heard them before I saw them, screaming as they dash between the houses of our little village. The swallows were late but I think the swifts were back early, perhaps not very early, but early. They're drab coloured little birds without the advantage of a beautiful song and can't take off if they land of the ground but their redemption is their design, they are built to fly. In fact they take life in the air to extreme, even sleeping on the wing, never landing until they nest for the first time. It's a pleasure to see them return.
See you tomorrow.
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