Living in an aviary

For a few weeks each spring the swallows come to town. In vast numbers. Then one of the advantages of living in a tall building, with large windows and on a steep hill comes to the fore. Every evening the swallows fly around looking for insects and because we are so high up they come swooping past the windows. They look so beautiful as they fly through the sky, reeling and changing direction as if in some kind of dance. The sky provides a magnificent backdrop as it slowly changes from blue to a pinky-orange in yet another glorious sunset. With the windows open and the rush hour over, you can hear them calling and singing to each other. It really is like living in an aviary, nature at its best. I do miss them when they go and look forward to them coming back each year.