I should probably write a letter to the Irish Times. The editor seems to love to publish letters about swallows and their appearance in early spring.
Well, I just saw the last swallow of this summer. He was in my backyard and I watched him take a long look up at the endless dark, grey sky and the falling rain. Then he shrugged, put a woolie hat on his head and took off heading due south. I don't think he looked back.
