It’s that time of year again – our summer migrants are heading off to warmer climes and the skies feel distinctly empty. Most of our swifts left in the first fortnight of August, with the few remaining still feeding late chicks in the nest. In the days before their departure it seems that their screaming parties sound even more excited than usual.
This is one of the quintessential sounds of summer and I always miss their happy-sounding calls once the birds have gone.
Ted Hughes summed up the joy of their arrival in his poem ‘Swifts’ – to read the excerpt, click here.
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