There isn’t going to be a second brood of Swallows, she lost them.
You would think that Dr Dolittle syndrome would be a wonderful thing, if you could see the animals and understand them and know what they were saying just from their voices, wouldn’t you?
So her voice changed. Her song fills my flat from morning till night it is inescapable and has been one of the great joys of this summer.
I went out to look and the whole of the first brood and both parents were swirling around in the air right outside of my front door which is also outside of their nest.
I set up a camera to watch the nest and for over an hour no bird visited the nest. So I reset the camera to cover a wider area. All of the birds were flying in constantly and getting very close to the nest but never making contact and they just kept doing that.
The female started crying. There is a call that she makes it isn’t musical it is repetitive and harsh and sounds like pleading. I have recorded it and I will let you listen in a minute.
The only time that I have heard this call before was when the first brood were fledging. She used this to call for them, to encourage them out of the nest and to come to her, this is how a mother swallow talks to her young.
(the first part of the tape is the other birds chatting, you will know when the mother bird calls)
That is the sound of sadness. She cried constantly yesterday but it has been a bit less today.
I picked up two dead birds from underneath the nest today.
I have no idea what killed them but I think that they died in the nest and were cleaned out today. I don’t think that it was a predator. That’s life. I cleaned up the dead birds in the hope that it would help her to forget them. I like my flat full of happiness not sorrow.
I have been to a lot of trouble to choose the very best flowers that i could find for this good bird. I took these pictures years ago on an old camera and I have photographed these roses many times since but I like the retro look and I think that my pictures express the love that I feel.
Get over it. You are going to Africa.