Friday, 15 July 2011

Swifts










Not Supermarine Swifts, but Swifts.

There's no better way to spend a warm summer evening than looking up at a flight of swifts wheeling high up, chasing after flies. They soar so gracefully with wings outstretched and then suddenly flap their wings to slow down or turn quickly in order to catch a fly. Wonderful.
And high above them, white airliners scratch contrails into the welkin.

4 comments:

Thud said...

The swallows here seem to actively enjoy frightening the life out of various workies as they zoom out of dark barns to within what seems microns from ones face.

Brian said...

Squire Thud, that's why there's no flies on your workmen. That and their excellent craft skills displayed so many times on your blog. Have you considered writing a book on the restoration work?

Thud said...

I like to read restoration books myself and one written from the perspective of a rather rough and ready bunch of scousers would perhaps be of some humour and would provide a little info as a bonus, food for thought.

Brian said...

Put me down for a signed copy then. The book could be turned into a telly series as well. Scouse characters bantering and showing how to do jobs on a real renovation project would be snapped up by production companies. You could become Liverpool's Tommy Walsh. I bet you know someone who knows Phil Redmond who could put you in touch ...