Swallows twittering as they sweep over golden grasses and all about me- that's a motif of the week. Golden grasses, sweet heather and swallows feeding low. They were vocal about Bradleyfield Farm, so I walked through seeding thistles making a video with my smartphone camera hoping to catch them airborne. A sheepdog was rounding- up a flock and they were driven into a barn. There was a recent brood of swallows ' go and sit on that car bonnet and watch them fly into the far barn,' I was advised. Past a boat, past a stack of mattresses to the barn where I could hear them and see swallows through swooping into the darkness within.
I come home immersed in the glory of swallows and a beautiful day- and the potential of video not yet realised. Grasses waving in the breeze, and parachutes of thistle seed heads taking off - that's a safe subject. And a flock of sheep. When September comes I hope I might come upon a swallow mustering tree. Twice I've seen it on Scout Scar, on two rare occasions when I haven't had a camera. It's wonderful to witness, some five hundred swallows gathering in the tops of trees. And juveniles who look too young and tender for such an arduous migration.