A pair of Welcome Swallows has turned up for the annual nesting adventure. They took a few weeks to decide just where, but as usual, they have chosen poorly.
They’ve begun their mud dab nest on a rafter of my unlined verandah roof, up against the mud wall. It’s good adhesion, but bad positioning.
Far too close to the tin so it will be far too hot for the baby birds as the weather heats up. I’ll have to get up on the roof and weigh down a piece of plywood or something to give them some extra insulation.
The extensive verandah strings of fairy lights are providing them with circus type swings, from which they can more widely spatter their white and black droppings.
Sandals especially must now be checked first before allowing bare feet to make contact.
I do like these handsome little swallows and I look forward to the nestling stage, now that they didn’t choose to nest outside my bedroom window!