The garden is blessed by the arrival of swallows and sand martins every spring.  One fine morning in early April a little voice calls out announcing the returning summer fairies. The sand martins usually come first, little flocks of brown and white twitterers returning to their nest sites in the banks of the river, and a few days later the swallows come. Sometimes the first thing we notice are little gatherings on the telegraph wires, all twittering together. This year I noted the first ones on April 12th.

We have never been a nest site because the barn is long and low, although our TV aerial provides a favourite singing post and rest station. But this year is different. One day in the middle of mowing the grass on a pleasant day in May, the Machine Gardener left the mower outside the shed where the wheeled tools are kept and went out to buy more petrol. It takes about half an hour to drive into the village, have a chat in the shop/petrol station and come back again. The mower was refueled and the cutting finished, but by this time the swallows had inspected the machine shed, door left open pending the return of the mower, and taken a fancy to the stepladder we keep hanging on the wall. Little blobs of mud were stuck to it. The anchorage for a nest.

” So we’d better not shut the door then, because it would be nice to have swallows nesting,” says I. So we don’t shut the door, and the mower now has to be pushed into the shed, not driven – we don’t Want to put them off, and pushed out, ditto. It’s heavy this mower, but it would be nice to have swallows…..and gradually the little blobs became a nest and in the fullness of time, 5 white eggs appear and eventually tiny chicks. By some strangeness, every time we try to peep in, the parent bird who was not there when we sneak into the shed appears out of the sky as if by magic to check what we might be up to. Every time, even if we wait for them to go out and then sneak in to try to steal a glimpse. We think there are at least two chicks and they become stronger and the twittering gets louder as parents arrive with food.

And then this morning, in the darkness, I spy a swallow’s  child sitting in the ladder and there are 2 more in the nest.


Within half an hour of this picture being taken, the chicks had left the nest and the safety of the shed and were soaring with their parents above the trees, above the farm and the fields and the river and revelling in the strength of their little wings and their innate sense of acrobatic flight. They flew for perhaps a half hour, resting occasionally on the tall farm buildings or the ash trees, before returning to the safety of their own little nest. And we saw there were four of them. Four little summer spirits with eyes shining in the camera’s flash  and a parent came in just to check us out, as usual, as we took this picture.



3 thoughts on “Swallows

    1. We do consider ourselves very lucky. What intrigues us most is how they just appear when we are near the nest, even if the sky has been clear of swallows when we decide to have a quick peek. It’s like magic.

  1. What wonderful caretakers of nature you are! Swallows are such beautiful birds. I’d love to have them nesting here, too, but we do have wrens who fuss at me if I get too close to their birdhouse.

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