The swifts have flown south and the seagulls are heading out to sea, signs of the end of summer.  I miss hearing the swifts squealing as they swoop, acrobatically overhead.  The lack of a squawking seagull perched on every chimney pot comes as something of a relief.  Now it’s the chattering of the house martins that makes me Look Up.


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