Lots of activity under the eaves at the moment, fascinating to watch the architecture and ingrained knowledge involved in nest-building ….

House Martens

They come in spring, weary

after several weeks on the wing,

hungry for the insect life

awakening in the soft spring air.

But time is short and so they flit

from field to eave, from first light till

sunset turns white feathers pink

and earthen nest dries in the wind.

And to a cheery summer song

they lay their eggs and raise their young

in these soft climes, so they too can begin

their epic journey on the wing.