Out of the blue ..

I'm sorry to report that the two little swallows died.  I don't know why.  Maybe they just took fright at being handled.  However as Vito pointed out, that was the reason so many are born in the first place, because the chances of their survival are against the odds from the outset.  I suppose that's true, but it's still sad. However on the plus side at least the cats never got them.   For a few days after I rarely saw any of them on the telephone lines, and then suddenly out of the blue, they they were.

Not just these few either but loads of them.    Vito laughed when we saw them and said they looked like musical notes.

Had to agree with him, I do wonder what it would sound like  if they were set to music.  It might be music to somebody's ears :)

But at least we can honestly say plenty of those little birds did survive their precarious start in life, and are now busy eating us out of house and home.
No more mosquitoes!!!!   Bless them (the swallows, the swallows ....   :)

One swallow doesn’t make a summer

For years now we have had a family of swallows that arrives late April as the welcome harbingers of summer. They build their nests in our underground communal garage, every year their number increasing, and more nests join the old along the pipes and stuck precariously on the walls. 

  I absolutely love the swallows, in fact I think all of us who share the garage do. (I suspect the cats are quite partial to them too).  They make the direst mess on the floor, and the pipes are covered in poo where their little nests rest, but for sheer grace, and death-defying dives they are splendid to watch.  And death-defying divers they are!  How they all frantically dip and swoop in over the cars as we drive down the ramp and into the garage.  It’s like being at Pearl Harbour when the Japanese attacked.  They go absolutely berserk, and then as you get out of the car they rush round in circles and then  out the gate trying to persuade you to leave the garage (like you were planning to stay there all day anyway!).   Once their brood has left the nest they perch on the telephone lines. Now and again there are causalities. Either a baby bird falls out of the nest and doesn’t survive, or falls and gets under the wheels of a car, or into the clutches of a cat.  This year though we’ve had an unusual drama to contend with.  Driving into the garage the other day I saw ahead of me a small dark heap in the middle of the garage floor.  Having parked the car I walked closer to investigate and was horrified to see this.  

I couldn’t understand why the entire load of fledglings was crowded together in the centre of the garage. Then looking up I understood why.  Their nest, which has been used for many years had crumbled under their weight and broken, and they had obviously tumbled out. 

Meanwhile the entire adult community of swallows was going crazy, flapping noisily around the garage to distract my attention, and as I stepped away, now and then dipping in to feed one of the youngsters. Our neighbours all have large cars, and the thought of them all getting squashed was to much to bear, so I and one of my neighbours tried to persuade them into a box so we could move them to a relatively safe corner of the garage.  Instead they all panicked and fled, two managing to take off and fly away, the other three to opposite corners of the garage.  However we decided that at least they were out of harm’s way for the time being and left them for the adults to round up and calm down. The next day the clever adults had shepherded the little ones behind a box by the wall.  A day later, another (unknown) neighbour had installed them into an open box on the wall and the adults were still caring for them.  This morning just two remain in the box, looking in good health as the adults continue to feed them.

 I just hope the cats don't find them.  Meanwhile the rest are now in position on the telephone lines.

Once the little ones can fend for themselves, they will sit outside on the lines, and stay there for the rest of the summer.  Then one day we'll return home from somewhere at the beginning of September and suddenly realise with a sinking heart they aren’t there anymore and winter is coming L