Last week the
over-wintering geese of Sliabh Mannan were packing their breeding
plumage and heading for their summer nesting grounds in Sweden. Like
normal families they set off on the journey arguing with each other
about who should lead the way and what direction they should be
flying. Down on the ground we humans just look up and wish them bon
voyage.
Meanwhile the grey
wagtails (above) have been arriving for a couple of weeks along the course of
the Culloch Burn and today I saw the first house martin (left) of the
season. He's timed it nicely again, because a cloud of midges were
out in the sunshine yesterday evening.
However it's early yet
for most of the swallow family and I've noted before that a single
martin has arrived a week or so in advance. I'm not sure whether he
communicates telepathically with the main flock about the climate or
whether he's just determined to grab the best nesting site.