Just a few days more and on the 17th of April, the swallows return
to Runway. Heather( the farm manager) however, reckons they get
here two weeks before and hide up at the top cow-shed, before
coming round to my place, just to tease this silly old bugger.
When I first moved to Runway I had two units, one was my office
and also where I lived for eighteen months. The other, my workshop
was some hundred feet long by twenty five feet wide, royal blue carpet
covered the floor and the walls were white.
A few years back, on some hot June afternoon I had a thirty foot
football spread out on the floor, and was taking a break sitting on
the floor when a swallow flew in through the open barn doors.
For the next five minutes I sat spellbound as it gave me the most
stunning display, swooping a fraction of an inch above the floor
then up into the roof.
All too soon it left, and I was left to treasure a very special few moments.
I rose to my feet to continue working and there it was.....
Bird shit all over my work.... Well, I guess nothings for free...
KRO
