|Picture from the Devon Wildlife Trust|
A Pentecost blessing from the returning swifts. I have thought I've heard them on the last few mornings, very early, while I've still been half asleep, and each evening I've scanned the sky for a sight of them. And tonight I saw them for the first time, soaring and whirling and screaming. So few, though, compared with past summers. I've read that a third of swifts have been lost to Britain since 1995. How precious these tiny airborne scraps of life, coming to us all the way from Africa to herald summer each year. How fragile and beautiful.