Looking Up

Think this might be a house martin, not sure, but there are hundreds of them here in Mora, with rounded nests under the eaves of houses, which they squeeze into through a small hole. They are constantly swooping about, too fast to capture, but this one stayed still in the alley of our house long enough for me to get a photo.

Just got back from a walk with Bia and Débora, who is home for the weekend from her nursing placement. The night is warm, the moon almost full, and the streets beginning to fill with people.