“When people hear the astonishing story of the swift’s aerial life, and how their numbers are plummeting, they want to do something to help them.” That is what I heard from a keen swift conservationist and why I decided to write my book.
Swifts live almost entirely in the air. They eat, drink, sleep, mate and gather their nesting materials on the wing, fly thousands of miles across the world, navigating their way around storms and depressions, never lighting on tree, cliff or ground, then back to the same hole under the eaves, which their sharp-clawed feet shuffled over the previous year.