The Swifts’ ReturnSwifts return every year to nest in the eaves of our house. Harbinger of summer, it beings me great joy so see them scything through the sky, their acrobatic flight and speed exhilarating, accompanied by their wild screeches echoing around our garden. I cant wait to see them again this year. As Ted Hughes writes in his poem Swifts Theyve made it again, Which means the globes still working, the Creations Still waking refreshed, our summers Still all to