In the middle of May, I climbed to the bottom of the eastern Bluffs and walked along the beach until I came to the many holes which make up the Bank Swallow colony here.
Two months later there are fewer birds but it is still a busy place. By the middle of August, most will be on their way to their winter homes in South America.
The colony reminds me of tenement apartments in a big city.
I will identify it at the end of the post.
Mourning Cloak Butterfly
One our most vividly-coloured birds – Scarlet Tanager.
Of a work mysterious
Nature has performed for us.
Hark! the honey-bee’s low hum
Tells us that the summer’s come! – Frank Dempster Sherman (1860–1916)