Welcome Swallow


The Welcome Swallow


Kevin L Fairbrother

Every year just before the onset of Spring

The Welcome Swallow visits our farm

We have endured the harshness of Winter

And the Swallow a welcome site for sure


For the Swallow hails warming weather

Brings cheer to us for we know Winter is past

For this tiny bird has flown from the Gulf country of Oz

To the temperate climate of southern Australia


Never landing on the ground, resting on poles and wires

These masters of flight gather their food on the wing

Visits our shores to renovate their home under the eves

For they are life- long partners these Welcome Swallows


The birds court and mate within our sight

Such a natural wonderful display they put on

Then it’s time to repair the old nest with mud

And feather the bottom where she will lay her eggs


The female sits on the eggs in the mud built nest

Whilst the male feeds and tends her every need

For days and weeks, she keeps the eggs warm

Until the day when the hatching occurs


The hatching comes then the Swallows hard work begins

From early dawn till the sun sets in the west

They both spend their time catching food for the young

All of it caught whilst they are on the wing


With warming days there are lots of insects to collect

As the Swallows fly in and out to the young in the nest

Their wide open mouths and the calls of feed me

They gulp down all the food that mom and dad bring


With three hungry mouths to feed the parents never stop

It’s nonstop gathering of insects and bugs

Such amazing aerobatics the Swallows put on a show

As we gaze in awe at their flying skills


The parents return to the nest through-out the day

No time to rest must keep up the supply of food

For the noisy young demand to be fed and pampered

For they are building their strength and exercising their wings


Then the day comes it’s is time to leave the nest

Encouraged by mom and dad they take the plunge

Out of the nest, under the verandah they fly to the power lines

Then look around amazed then take off following their parents


They stay around the house for a couple of months

For we love to see this family of five Welcome Swallows

Then one day in late February they disappeared

We were sad to see these Welcome Swallows go


But we know that when next winter is over

And the sun once again is warming

We will be happy and overjoyed

To once again have the company of the Welcome Swallows

Made my day

Made My Day


Kevin L Fairbrother

I haven’t put pen to paper in quite awhile as the days have been spent working and enjoying the great Tasmanian weather, nights, well by the time I cook a meal and sit down and enjoy that meal, watch a bit of news it is time to lay the weary bones down on a nice soft bed and rejuvenate the body through sleep.

There have been days that I have put in my memory bank and also jotted notes on paper to prompt me when the cold winter days are upon us and I will have lots of time to write.

I know, that there are many writers out there who put pen to paper religiously every day but I am not that way inclined as there are a great deal of other things going on that are more important and take most of my available time. The least of which is being alive and taking on board the new day with a background of peace and tranquility and knowing that I am safe and secure in little old Tasmania with it’s laid back lifestyle.

Whilst the rest of the world maybe in turmoil with unrest, natural disasters, wars, dictatorships, hardship and poverty just to name a few, here in my home I just let it pass me by, for I know that I cannot influence, nor change what is happening all over the planet.

I will go about my daily work effort as best I can and enjoy and live life the way I want taking into account what is happening around my immediate country area.

For there will be days that make that day special and lift your spirits and make you glad that you are alive.




Kevin L Fairbrother

Whilst mending the broken wire fence

A large shadow passed over head

So big, day turned to night for a second

Made me lift my head and look to the sky

Flying past, low to the ground was a bird of prey

So majestic so silent and fluid as it passed by

It’s large talons spread wide and eyes searching

A massive body with enormous wings

The tail feathers so distinct and wedge shaped

Dark brown in color with a golden crest

Large eyes and a massive hooked beak

Could only be a Wedge Tailed Eagle

I looked in awe as the Eagle passed by

Noting that there was another high in the sky

Smaller and a lighter in color a fledgling

Not long from the nest and learning the ropes

The mother so effortly soaring  on the thermals

Flapping the large wings when close to the ground

Ducking and diving and searching for prey

Showing the younger bird how it must be done

I leant upon the fence amazed at what I was witnessing

These birds of prey flying and strutting their stuff

Twisting and turning, soaring and diving, endlessly searching

A natural wonder right before my eyes

But all to soon the birds were out of site

And I was spellbound at what I had seen

The natural world of birds of prey

I felt privileged It made my day