Invaders of the sweetest kind
Trip Start Jul 19, 2009
160Trip End Oct 25, 2010
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For days I've been keeping an eye on some swallows that have chosen our roof as a good place to live under.
Shy at first, they quickly get used to having us around. Off and on they fly in search of bits to eat - no such thing as fast food for birds.
Then, one morning I opened the door, and in they flew, just like that. A silly mistake, I thought, a one-off thing, but the birds continue to sweep in and out, as if it's the most natural thing in the world.
Clinging to the beams, they hang out for a while, and off they go again. Unfortunately, sometimes crashing into the windows, dizzily making their way to the door, oh, that hurts me more than them probably.
Never mind, Peter just called up the stairs to say they are trying to build a nest in our living room. God, I'm so excited, just imagine, our own family of swallows, or house martins, as my sister tells me.
We can watch the whole thing, the building of the nest, laying of the eggs, hatching, feeding, flying out.
It'll be wonderful.
Peter informs me it's not gonna happen. We will have to leave the door open, night and day.
Who cares? We leave it open all the time anyway, perfectly safe here. And birds sleep too, don't they?
We can close the door at night as long as someone, Peter I guess, gets up at the crack of dawn to free them.
Bernadette, just passing by, said, no way, they make a terrible mess and noisy, too.
She also warned me of the oncoming storm, which has just begun now.
Great, I love the thunder and lightning, I'm going to watch. I have to disconnect the computer anyway because lightning can strike and destroy it. Happens all the time here.
Shit, I just remembered we rented out our cottage for a week after we leave.........can't expect our visitors to cope with the birds.
Problem solved, I suppose. Sigh.