One
particular day in early summer the sky filled with sickle-shaped birds, some
brown, some black and cream. F consulted
various books and announced that they were swifts and house-martins.
Remember
that power-wire that stretches across the view from our balcony? It’s a bird perch.
Most days
pigeons perch there and study our balcony for morsels they might steal. Some days the weight of pigeons makes the
wire sag.
When the
house-martins arrived some of them used the wire as a vantage point for
contemplating the possibilities on our balcony.
Knowing F I suspect she would have welcomed a house-martin nest, at
least until their incessant (and loud) chatter drove her nuts. Me?
Well I would welcome them too – if I could have reached them.
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