Half a dozen were skimming the meadow below Haslinghall farm, hunting for insects, and at times it seemed like they were skimming our heads as they swooped effortlessly around us. I'd actually seen the Kipchoge of the Swallow world on April 6th, but they are here in numbers now, helping to make the summer (despite the weather). I love the way they drink from pools whilst in flight, their bill leaving trails of delicate circles in the water.
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