So the saying goes.
Not in November anyway. This morning I was out with Bunts in the early light, as the mercury stayed rigid at -1 when a flickery winged bird came low towards me over our roof. At first glance I thought it was just a Starling leaving roost, until it got a bit closer but no bigger, when I thought...no, surely not...a hirundine!
It skimmed right over head, a first winter Swallow. Very late here and it needs to get cracking if it is to find food in this weather.
I am trying to dispel the niggling image I have of a thick, black, stuck on tail...?
As what is surely the last Swallow sighting of 2013 a 'first' was lying in wait. By 10am the snow was falling very hard indeed. The first of winter. Bang on time.