A lot of activity among the swallow confraternity at the moment. Much congregating on roofs and telephone lines, much consulting of maps and comparing of routes. Any day now they will be off south to warmer climes. I remember twelve years ago catching up with them in October off the Atlantic coast of Morocco, so perhaps this year's crop outside my window is "like Webster's dictionary, Morocco Bound" (Bob Hope, Bing Crosby).
Do our swallows prefer the summer months spent here or are they just as happy wintering further south? Difficult to know if we can trust what they say for, like tennis players, they will always state out of politeness that the place they happen to be in is their favourite "tournament". Anyway, I wish them a pleasant journey and look forward to seeing them again next year
Do our swallows prefer the summer months spent here or are they just as happy wintering further south? Difficult to know if we can trust what they say for, like tennis players, they will always state out of politeness that the place they happen to be in is their favourite "tournament". Anyway, I wish them a pleasant journey and look forward to seeing them again next year
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