I love swallows; they’re probably my favourite bird. So it
was quite a thrill to find them hunting along the road and over the hedgerow
when I went for a walk this evening. Dozens of them dipped and swerved and
surged around and past me at breakneck speed, while I tried to get a glimpse of
their tail fronds to see which were male and which female. At one point, one
guy came heading straight for my face. I stood there smiling, trusting him to wheel
away just in the nick of time – which, of course, he did. Maybe this is why I
had a swallow tattooed on my arm long before I developed an affinity with
birds.
It’ll be the turn of the bats in about twenty minutes – my regular evening
entertainment. Not as fast, not as powerful, not as agile, but characterful and graced with the mystery
of twilight. And they come closer.
2 comments:
You have the bests posts. I love how you can write about the "simple things in life" and make them special, or rather, they really aren't that 'simple' are they? You see what is truly special and significant in life and i like that.
And i like bats. I think they're cute. Except when they get in your hair or pee on you.
Andrea, you're so damn precious, you know. You've just hit on the best reason for going a bit thin on the old thatched roof, and I've never yet been pee'd on by a bat. Nor a cat. Nor even a rat (although rats are a bit famous for it.)
May I answer the rest tomorrow? It's getting a bit late in dear old Blighty.
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