Spring is such a wonderful time of the year. Every day seems to bring another new sight, another reassurance that winter is well and truly over and the season of rebirth has begun. Last Saturday, April 9th, the Tree Swallows arrived. They were dipping and weaving over the meadow, chirring to each other, checking out the bird boxes.
On Sunday evening, thundershowers and heavy rainstorms passed through, and on Monday we had powerful winds blowing. I thought of the swallows. I wonder where they sat out the bad weather? Today they were conspicuous once again, returning to their power struggles, each pair trying to claim their preferred nesting box. Surely they are the most beautiful of flyers. I’m so glad they made their long migration journey safely.
Willow House Chronicles 