Coincidentally, the house martins here disappeared for about the same length of time as your swifts and they returned a few years ago too. Their nests have fallen down occasionally (possibly because of plastic soffits!) so this year I put up nest boxes. That may have been a mistake as besides the sparrows trying to use them no house martins appear to think much of my hospitality. It may take some time before they get used to the man-made boxes but if not they may have to come back down.
I'm going to build mine in the roof space as they fly in under the tiles. Basic plywood cubicles 300mm x 400mm, painted black inside. Probably do half a dozen. That way they're flying through the same openings they're already used to, just with a nest box directly behind
Beads of sweat were running down her cleavage. Her breathing was hot and heavy. She moaned as she gained momentum by rocking her hips harder and harder, preparing for the final climactic effort she knew was coming soon. Then, in one final full-body thrust, it was all over, and she breathed a deep sigh of relief and satisfaction. It's always a struggle when the missus gets up off the sofa.
Feeding well under way now although their eyes haven't opened yet. Looks like one of the chicks hasn't made it so five healthy ones left from eight eggs. The female is doing a bit of nest cleaning but I don't know what all that wing flapping at the end is all about.
Possibly giving chicks some air or cooling them …sitting under mummy bird must be like lying under a down duvet
https://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/p0fdr9qm One for @Le Tissier's Laces , Not watched it yet, but looks quite good - a tour of Italy
Just found out Sir Anthony Hopkins is Welsh. Certainly explains why he wanted those lambs to keep quiet.
Fair play to Graeme Souness, he was never my favourite person but this has made me think again about his humanity and compassion.
