For the last few days I have been going out into the garden around supper time, listening and looking for the House Martins. They have been in the air over the house since April, but at some time over the weekend, no doubt sensing the change in the wind, they have left. No more twittering calls as they hunt for insects.
I really miss the martins when they go. We don’t see many swallows up here, although not far away down in the river valley there are plenty, and whilst I hear and see swifts in the summer overhead, they don’t nest locally either. But the martins moved onto the estate at the same time as the houses were being built. in fact, some of the houses had house martin tenants before humans.
There were fewer martins this year. Neither of the nest sites on the 2 houses opposite were used. That’s sad. Perhaps next year there will be more again, but I don’t know how well they have fared with the very wet summer we had. Fingers crossed and here’s wishing for their safe return next April.