Walsden - Sunday Evening

An evening of Swifts and House Martins, at times every inch of sky had a bird in it and then it faded as they drifted over the school. Jackdaws called as they flew around it's chimneys. A pair of goldfinch flew past and one returned to the feeder full of niger seed. The Martins skimmed over the trees. As the light faded and the birds lft the sky, bats feasted on the midges that escaped the the hiruniformes. We live in a wonderful world.