The Twins stood for quite some time motionless among the tall meadows of wild mustard and barley, transfixed by the aerial display above, around and in front of them.
Throngs of scimitar winged swallows and alpine swifts wheeled and darted through the air beneath overcast skies. Were they busy hunting flying insects on the wing or playing an immense game of tag? Or maybe both?
The Twins thought it one of the most incredible sights they had ever seen as the stunningly agile birds swooped so close to us we could feel their wings rushing by our faces and a couple of times their tiny clawed feet came close enough to barely brush my head.
The swallows kept close to the tops of the vegetation, the swifts preferred to be slightly higher up, but both were low enough that we could make out the texture of their beautiful plumage, variations of colour, the subtle differences between the shape of the swifts and the swallows, the details of their tiny faces. So intent were they on the aerial chase they didn't seem to mind the three humans standing there in the meadow.
Twin Q was fascinated, studying the avian airshow, loving every time they banked and turned with effortless grace, the way the long tails of the swallows billowed out like streamers.
"Look Imma, I can see the red on the swallows' faces and their little beaks, how bright and shiny their colours are. The swifts have more boring colours but they fly faster."
Twin H was practically melting with joy and love. He adores cute creatures of all kinds and these charming birds had him firmly under their spell. His hands squeezed together in glee he stood there with a silly grin plastered on his face, eyes shining.
"They are so cute Imma, I love their little faces. I'm going to give them names. That one is Snuni (from snunit, Hebrew for swallow), that one is Nuni and that smaller one is just so cute I think I will call him Awww, because I'm just awwing at how cute he is"
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