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  Gascony Diary April 05

During the last month we have seen the second-homers flocking down to the Gers. Riding the horses past the lake one sunny afternoon, there they were, eating and flying here there and everywhere, seemingly oblivious to their surroundings. Then, a week later, whilst eating a lazy lunch under the medieval stone arches of a local restaurant, they were there again. Chattering and racing in and out of the village market place as if their very lives depended on it, whilst the local french workers tore their bread and sipped their wine slowly in the heat of a glorious Spring day. Like all summer visitors they had, of course, expected the place to be just as they had left it, when, last September, they had packed up and raced off to warmer climes as the Autumn breezes ruffled their feathers.

Those who come to spend the summer in our little valley had first sensed things were amiss when they flew in to the newly renovated bedroom on the north side of the house and could find nowhere to nest. Soaring low through the same doorway they had undeniably used last summer, they came upon a curtain rail and closed ceiling instead of the lofty rafters of the wine store they had known previously. They tried the south bedroom, but things were no better there, and whilst they still delight with their swooping and soaring around the garden, their fabulous blue-black backs glinting in the sunlight, I have no knowledge of where they have decided to nest. The house sparrows, unlike the swallows had all winter to adjust to all the goings-on below, From the first day that the french builders arrived last November, they have watched and adjusted and now crowd into the eaves of the house where they will not be disturbed. I suppose there is just a chance that, feeling snubbed, they will fly on next year, on and on, over the rest of the empty rural french countryside and across the channel to pastures new in England where they can sit, beak to tail, with all the other anglophile swallows. Someone should warn them about the weather!!

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