There are small holes dotted under the length of the eaves where the swallows nest. Conveniently, inside the rooms on the other side of the east-facing walls are little doors to open and grab a swallow or two for dinner.
If they don't turn up soon I shall have to go out and slaughter some other innocent creature nesting, or trotting, or otherwise gambolling through the landscape.
(Actually I had the plasterers seal up the little doors; it's not that I'm vegetarian or soft-hearted, I just didn't want to put my handy in and get pecked.)
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