Aug 062016


During our time in Spain, the swifts were always there, calling out from above in chorus.

High up, the flocks loop broadly in a deep sea of air. But nearer the ground they swirl and dive, surging here, dashing there, quick and agile.

Late in the evenings, bats screech and flutter beneath them.

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