Tag: bird
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House Martins Colonize My Eaves
“In September countless sand and house-martins jazz above the river, taking insects from the surface, from the air, thousands of birds kissing the river farewell. They creak, a sound like the air rubbing against itself. Summer is everything they know; they’re preparing themselves, sensing in the shortening days a door they must dash through before…
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The Cuckoo Calls
“The Cuckoo comes in April. He sings his song in May. By June he changes his tune and then he flies away.” That is a quote direct from the Folklore Collection available from duchas.ie. Yesterday, two lovely things happened simultaneously: first; a friend sent a recording of the Cuckoo taken in situ about 10km away…