Tag: swallows

  • Summer of the Rabbit

    Summer of the Rabbit

    Well, I think we can safely say the summer is here. Never mind the rain, like last year, we have swallow chicks and baby bunnies residing in our garden. It was Hubs who spotted the first rabbit, darting under our shed.

  • Blossom, Bird Fights and Bumblebees

    Blossom, Bird Fights and Bumblebees

    Right now, I have a stunning view from my window. The tree across the road is wearing a badge of blossom. It looks like a wedding guest, proud to show off some fresh blooms for the occasion.

  • Sunshine and Swallows after Editing #Writetip

    Sunshine and Swallows after Editing #Writetip

    Editing can be a tricky process. In fact, I feel I’ve only grasped the concept of editing over the last couple of years. Before that, I used to pick, delicately at my writing. These days, I’m more of a hacker.

  • Swallow Chicks, Big Fish and Orange Berries

    Swallow Chicks, Big Fish and Orange Berries

    If you follow me on Twitter or Facebook, you may have heard me mention my new family of three – the swallow chicks! Ok, so they’re not quite mine, but as their nest is situated just a few feet from my door I have adopted the ‘watchful aunty’ role and I think we’re beginning to…

  • The Shadow of a Bird, Heatwave Over

    The Shadow of a Bird, Heatwave Over

    The heatwave seemed to invigorate all the small creatures that live around my house. While I lay listlessly on the sofa, watching the ‘mountain men’ scramble for a podium place in the Tour de France, they babbled, squabbled and, in the case of the flies, circled meaningfully.

  • Creative Writing Workshop: Setting and the Short Story

    Creative Writing Workshop: Setting and the Short Story

    As my Carrick-on-Suir, Creative Writing Workshop: ‘Story Wise’ draws near I find myself contemplating the key elements of a Short Story. In particular, I’ve been considering the importance of setting.

  • The Story of Our Baby Swallow

    The Story of Our Baby Swallow

    We found a swallow in our garden last week, a baby swallow or fledgling. I’m not so sure he was ready to fledge but he found himself out of the nest all the same. Watching him flap his wings and cooing over his downy head (well, I cooed) we found ourselves arguing over what to…