I fetched my coffee and toast , and neddy of course , and sat in a shady corner of the garden ,
watching. . A Jackdaw was making its nest - carrying twigs as big as itself to the chimney opposite , sparrows fluttered in the sunlight their wings transparent , an obese pigeon sat on the wall , and there was 1 bee in a purple sort of dead nettle flower , but a wonderful shock - the patch of sky above was split for a second by the sharp v of a house martin arriving back
.
I'm now wondering if it was a swallow just checking up on its way somewhere more watery .
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