I fancied a change of scenery at lunchtime so I drove a couple of miles and sat at the edge of a large field. It was much more pleasant than seeing the inside of my office for another hour, and I’m sure my home-prepared ham salad with buttered rye bread tasted better for it. I got lost in the world outside the window and sat for ages watching some birds swoop and whiz along the top of the crops. It was incredibly relaxing and I went back to work feeling super-chilled and peaceful.
This afternoon I had to pop over to the supermarket for a quick chat with one of the managers. I told him what I’d seen at lunchtime, saying “I think they were swifts and they were incredibly graceful. The crop was that kind of wheat that looks a bit tufty and fluffy, and it was almost like they were enjoying having it tickle their bellies as they flew over it.”
All he could say was “If they were skimming above the ground they’d be swallows not swifts. And they wouldn’t be ‘getting a tickle‘, they’d have been eating the insects that hover above the crop. And, just to be thorough, that ‘wheat’ that was looking tufty and fluffy would have been barley. BAR-LEY” and he walked off shaking his head.
Prick.
RC 9-6-15
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