The sun set to the west. Fading light is captured on the swift’s wings as they play in front of the moon. They are leaving Ireland now heading to more southern skies for the winter. No doubt playing the same games in front of the same moon but for African eyes… most likely.
Earlier, not even a passing Kestrel (Falcon) would get more than a second glance. Too quick for the likes of him to catch.
Five minutes later… they were gone.
See you next year.