Swallows are back
Those darn swallows are back outside the bedroom. Three weeks ago we waved the wee ones goodbye as they popped out of the nest and edged their way in stages from the beams to the shed roof, then to the nearby telegraph pole. It was great to see them fly and the experience came with the bonus of quieter mornings and being able to finally scrape the great mound of swallow-poo off the front path.
We moaned about the poo, but in fact it contributed, for one weekend only, to our amazing designer compost heap. We have all the usual stuff on the heaps (there are three behind a living willow screen at the bottom of the garden): teabags, veg peelings, grass-clippings. Our secret ingredient is the litter from the hen house which activates it all nicely – essential when the weather stays so cool all year round.
Three weekends ago though, we added not only the guano of baby swallows, but a generous contribution from a long-eared bunny called Cuddles, who had come to us for his holidays while his owners went to Orkney for a week. We grinned as we turned the heap over, imagining the richest black gold ever next spring, but we were definitely relieved that the swallows wouldn’t be depositing it on the front path for another year.
Then, blow me, I came home one day last week and had to re-learn my automatic ducking manouevre pretty quickly, as I turned onto the path and nearly had my hair parted by a swooping swallow. The adults are back on the nest, and on Sunday Lee got a had a discreet peep in. They’ve got a clutch of new eggs, which must surely be their third this year. I’m not sure they’ll have time to rear them properly before the rest of the local swallows gang up on the telegraph wires to plan their trip south. But one thing’s sure: if they do manage to hatch the little punks agan, we’ll be ready with a plastic sheet.
Tags: birds, Scottish birdwatching