It was Mother’s day and I was treated to a barbeque at my son’s house.
We sat in the sun and enjoyed a lazy day. When I looked at the sky swifts were flying overhead and I especially enjoyed seeing house martins as well.
For the record my son lives near the church in Wezemaal.
While watching a swift, it fluttered with it’s wings like they often do and I heard it. I could hear them clapping! I don’t know how to describe the sound, or maybe like dove’s wings sometimes do? I was too late back home to see if my swift made it into his nest tonight.
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