I saw a Chimney Swift go down the old chimney the other night when I was out with the dogs.
No big deal right? Chimney? Bird that lives there? To be expected.
However for the first time in decades we have not heard swift activity in that chimney at all this summer. Normally as we sit in the kitchen we can hear nestlings begging, and gentle evening twittering as roosting begins when the sun goes down.
This year....nothing....literally not a peep. It's been a great year for swifts and I have counted twenty or so at a time at Stewart's in Fonda, just none in our chimney.
Then a trim, no nonsense, bird spiraled out of the sky the other night, pinwheeled like a bright lawn ornament, and tumbled between the bricks. Hey presto, now you see him, now you don't.
I'm a cheap date. It made my day.
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2 comments:
Hurray! I love this account!
Jacqueline, my heart just lifted to see it! The older I get the more I love small moments like that. As young people I think we are in too much of a hurry to live, and work, and raise families. Then as we age we have so much less time ahead that we must slow down and enjoy what we have, I guess.
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