Heigh ho, I think our swifts have gone. They've been nesting in our roof every year since we've been here - and I won't go into that but its a few generations of swifts. Every year they turn up I think 'summer's here' but I think this year has been a bit wet for them. Apparently though their eggs can survive without being sat on for quite a while ( sort of go into temporary hibernation ) and the baby birds can do the same whilst mum and dad fly up to 800 kilometres- yes thats 800 kilometres - in a day to find food where its not pouring down with rain. Well our lot must have headed upto Scotland way or over to France this summer.....

On Sunday their was a big gathering overhead. I think they must have been discussing routes back to Africa, or where they'd meet up for a pit stop. There was a huge flock of them wheeling and diving all afternoon and evening, and on Monday - nothing. I've waited just in case, but they've definately gone. I do miss them. They get up to the most wondeful antics. And it also means summer is drawing to a close - I know it will be Christmas shortly- the cards are already making a sneaky appearance in some places..... drat.