Swallows are regular summer visitors to Lyndale. I often wonder how many generations they’ve been coming to our woodshed for. These wee guys are going to need to get stuck into the midges before they head off back to Africa. It never ceases to amaze me that the adults fly this far north to build a nest of mud in our woodshed, hatch a brood and then take them back to warmer climes until their return the following year. I love watching the adults busy with their task of feeding the hungry young chicks, flying back and forth to the nest.