Today I noticed two birds that seem to have metaphorically bitten off more than they can chew. The two birds appear to be not as fledged as they thought they were. They are perched precariously high up in the dead gum tree at the back of our place. They’ve been there for at least an hour, because that’s how long I’ve been keeping a bit on an eye on them.

They’re partly fledged swallows, I think. They the right size to be swallows, but that’s not why I think that’s what they are. I think they’re swallows, because adult swallows have been flying over to the pair for quick visits. It’s not the same swallow flying in every time, and I’ve seen that at times one swallow visits, then flies off and another visits. 

There seem to be more swallows flying around the area, although I may just be imagining that. We do get a lot of swallows around our place. They like to zoom over our roof, and fly around our swimming pool, dropping in for a quick dip, or mouthful of water sometimes. 

I got our binoculars out and had a look at the birds. They seem to be a bit fluffy, the way young birds are. The last time I went out, the pair seemed to be restless. It’s quite a windy day today, and quite warm, about 33 C. I’m going to the Mallala Bowling Club soon, to watch my husband finish off his game of lawn bowls. I’ll check out the intrepid pair before I go, and again when I get back home.

I feel like I should do something, but I know they will either be OK, or not, and I shouldn’t interfere. I can’t interfere, I can’t think of anything I could do anyway … I welcome the thoughts of others about this. It’s the time of year in South Australia when young birds try their wings out …