The noisy early morning commute between the Solway and the fields where they feed. As I soon discovered, there were two wildfowlers hidden away directly below the flight line. Had these been Pink-feet rather than (non-shootable) Barnacle Geese, the spectacle would have been rudely interrupted.

Sat down to eat my sandwiches and this popped out of the nearest rock. On the north side of the Solway, looking across to Cumbria. Undeniably cute even if we’d be better off without them.

All part of the same social group but that doesn’t count for much when the nuts are running out.

There’s a maternity roost of pipistrelles (both species) in the roof and we get the odd interloper that finds its way inside. This one at least was easy to catch and release - next clip.

Second brood from this nest, almost ready to go. Very tolerant of the intrusion. Until they weren’t. Adults calling in the background. Loads of insects around this year so both Swallows and House Martins have done well locally.

They’ll soon be flying over a garden they don’t yet know exists, though the nest is just a few inches from the window.