May Day – there’s no turning back day – let’s roll!
Swallows, now numbering six, swoop and playfully chase each other around the Stables, their chattering and twittering the language of Summer. At break-neck speed, and with only inches separating their glossy blue plumage, like young playful Children, oblivious to consequence and full of the desire to show-off, they perform their amazing Ariel display. Is this natural delight pleasing to the observer, you bet it is! But you are not watching a show layed on solely for your benefit, no, you are watching two birds demonstrating their ability to warn of the danger, and possibly out-fly their Nemesis, that has shadowed them on their journey north, across the blistering hot sands of the Sahara Desert, and past the waiting talons of Eleanora Falcons. The lightning fast, sickle winged Hobby.
Of course, many more forthcoming attractions of Summer will find their way onto your canvas of contentment: the chink of bumping ice cubes as you sip your cooling drink. A passing Butterfly, that causes you to daydream as you watch it flutter from bloom to bloom. The list of possibilities is enjoyably varied, enjoy the moments you choose for your spiritual canvas, enjoy your Summer.
This this little chap, was my May Day treat. Spotted by my dearly beloved, Jack. 
Happy May Day.
Storkwrite 
It seems that spring never came this year but in the last couple of days we’ve jumped straight to summer. No swallows here yet and I’ve only seen two butterflies, but there are lots of other tiny creatures being brought out by the sun now.
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Hello Andrea, I hope you are well. Apologies for the late reply, but I have been spreading myself a bit thin of late, namely with my Creative Writing Course, which is now getting very tense as I approach the latter stages, and, wait for it (fanfare of Trumpets), my Wedding on Friday.
I’m thoroughly enjoying the advancement of summer, eight Swallows now, we can’t leave a window open, other-wise they’re in looking for a nest site. Doing well for butterflies at the moment, only yesterday I watched an Orange Tip and a Holly Blue fluttering around the Golden Queen.
It’s three in the morning now, so I’m going to make a brew and read your Nightjar.
Keep well.
Mick.
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