The swallows are gone, have been for some weeks now. I miss them. On a late summer evening at Pitmedden gardens Richard and I watched an open air performance of Comedy of Errors. At the interval the queue was way too long to be served coffee so I went walkabout and saw this swallow just checking that the direction finding weather vane was properly calibrated.
Psalm 84.3 has one of those everyday images only noticed by those who look around with open eyes, even in church. Having gone to God's house gladly, the Psalmist has time to notice the birds securely ensconced in the place where all God's creatures should be safe.
"Even the sparrow has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself." How much more then, the importance of making sure there is a place of safety and belonging for those other creatures who migrate from place to place in our world, looking for home. I refer to human beings.