As I closed up the chicken houses last night I heard chicks peeping. Where the hell is that coming from? Then I remembered the nest.
And found four small frowning faces hanging out of it. Well done swallow mom and dad.
They look like they will be fledging any time now. It's seems to me that they're a late hatch. They will be setting off soon on their long distance migration to Southern Africa, where our British swallows spend their winters. I hope these chicks will be strong enough to make the journey.
On my evening dog walks I watch dozens of swallows plucking insects from the air above the open fields. Their acrobatics are hypnotic to watch and I stretch out our walks until the light starts to go, just to marvel at them. The insects, the swallows' main food source, look like rich pickings right now so perhaps the chicks are in with a good chance.
I'll miss them but I won't miss this -
The by-product of swallows nesting above your front door. But it's a small price to pay. And what's a bit more bird poop around this place anyway?