I haven’t seen the swifts in my garden for weeks so I assumed they had left. But yesterday in Bute park the sky was full of them.
Happily they show up in the picture. Hearing their screeching I imagined their conversation.
Ooh lookout! A spider, yum! Now a fly. OOH. What was that? Look where you’re flying! Faster, faster…
I may be eartbound but in my heart I often fly with these wonderful critters.