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