The dawn chorus may have finished for another year but the early dawn is far from silent, even as I type a Raven croaks, calling to it’s young to stay close no doubt, yes, as I thought, two juvs and one adult just flew by.
As soon as I open the cottage door at first light I’am greeted by a cresendo of twittering from the stables. The Swallows. Now with two broods on the wing and their numbers in the low 20’s, they complete the summer scene, sunshine, golden corn and feeding Swallow’s.
I leave you now as I must water the baskets, listening to the goings on as I do so.
By for now, bis gleich.
Storkwrite 