Autumn arrives

There may be many things which herald the end of summer and onset of autumn, but nothing is clearer than the departure of the swallows.

They arrived at Moyhill in mid-April as we returned from our travels and have been our constant companions over the spring and summer. Initially there were 6 or 8 individual birds who settled in their old nests in three of our sheds, their first broods were fledged surprisingly early and followed by a second and finally over the last couple of weeks we have watched their third broods fledging. On Monday morning there were about 50 swallows on our telephone wire watching the sunrise. I don't imagine that they will all survive their long journey south, but there must be a pretty good chance that we will see some of them back again next spring.

It has been great to see their aerobatics - even if we have both had to duck a few times as we encountered one of them coming out of a shed as we went in!. It was also wonderful to see the faces of the fledglings peeking from the nests and to see their first tentative flights round the roof spaces. We missed them as soon as we woke up this morning and realised that they had gone - although I won't miss the copious piles of droppings in the sheds and on the cars.

You can also tell it is autumn because our local schools all started their new term this week - and of course we have had clear blue skies and sunshine since Sunday afternoon. I thought that only happened in my rose-tinted memories of my schooldays.

We identified another indicator of the arrival of autumn on Monday afternoon. We had enjoyed a walk along the green road above Blackhead and had our picnic lunch at the ringfort on the side of Gleninagh mountain. As we headed home - watching a juvenile Hen Harrier being mobbed by a couple of crows - we promised ourselves coffee and cake at our favourite cafe in Fanore. Unfortunately when we arrived, we discovered that their summer season had ended and they are now only open at weekends.