There is birdsong all about me and I know when I might hope to hear skylark in song-flight and, sure enough, there are larks singing on high.
Scabious comes into flower and there's yellow ladies' bedstraw with purple and white thistles.
I linger when at last it flies and watch adult swallows flying in to feed their young scattered amongst the top-stones of the wall, feathers fluttering in anticipation of food. It's a gift of a moment. The young swallow perched on the gate stopped me in my tracks and I lingered to watch the adult swallows catching insects and feeding their young.
Setting out early, I hadn't taken a camera so here are fledgling swallows I've photographed in recent years.