A couple of weeks back we had what we called Swift Day. It was a bit like Dragonfly Day, but the air was full of swifts; hundreds and hundreds of sickle shaped birds swooping about.
They must have all found the homes they were returning to. Now we only see a few dozen each evening as they come out with the house martins to scoop up small insects over the acacia and eucalypts by the sea.
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