Today the sky was full of birds. Hundreds and hundreds of swallows passed over the garden on their long journey south.
Our village is on a major migration route in the autumn and the spring. Serious birders set up telescopes on the field below the church and scan the skies as all types of birds leaving the north are funnelled by the river valley and the first folds of the Jura Mountains into columns high over head. The garden is under this line and my husband spots honey buzzards, bee eaters, ospreys, cranes, storks and even a vulture from the comfort of the front porch.
Today no binoculars were needed to see the birds . At times they streamed by, at other times they wove and stitched the air as they caught insects above the apple trees and the willow and all the untidy greenery of an autumn garden . Then the sky was clear and they seemed to pause, come back and feed again, criss crossing the blue sky a thousand times and counting them became an utter impossibility. The air was all slicing wings, tail ribbons and unceasing movement and strangely all of it was completely silent. No twittering, just determined hunting and then moving on: the season has changed.
Just a lovely description. A vulture too – woo hoo. I wonder what land that one’s coming from? Thank you for a cool breeze on a hot night down south.
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One of the pleasures of watching migrating birds is the mystery of where they came from and where they are going! Stay cool!
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Happy autumn, Cathy. I envy your residence along a migratory route. Your descriptions sound amazing.
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Sounds wonderful, apart from swallows they’re all birds that I don’t see hereabouts. xx.
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The rest are just passing through here too!xx
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what a lovely account of this time of the year-and how wonderful to witness migrations
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I am glad you enjoyed it. I always enjoy your writing!
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and the feeling is mutual-thank you Cathy-love Michele
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