The Swifts go have gone home to South Africa, although would you call the place they bring up their young home or the place they spend most of the year.
They are only here for three short months each year, some say screaming through the air.
I like to think they are squealing with delight, going “weeeeeee”.
The Swifts have gone, it seemed earlier than usual this year.
I will, again, miss their black sickle shape cutting through the sky’s, bombing round in circles, briefly in the Summer .
I will watch for the Swifts return in nine month’s time at the beginning of May.
The image used in the header of this blog post is from Max Pixel and is used under a Creative Commons Zero – CC0 licence.
