House Martin

Down by the Vezere river which runs through Montignac there are litterally thousands of house martins swooping about catching flies for their fledglings. I must have stood watched and photographed them for about an hour. Standing still they become quite brave and almost collide with you as you feel the air break around you as they swoop past, incredible sensation. Reminds of the Pub Martin, i'll blip this at a later date and explain