This year, the welcome swallows have not built a nest under our deck, but they are swooping around the house a lot and collecting dog hairs and dry pieces of grass. They sometimes crash into the glass... and if the glass door is open, they fly right in! David has rescued three of them from our lounge and kitchen this week.
I am enjoying watching them from my desk as they've taken to perching between my new geranium planter boxes and preening themselves, making delightful chirping noises. Look closely and you'll see two of these gorgeous little fellows.
Now there is an Irish pub with no beer
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