When I first saw the flock of sand martins circling over the Great Ouse and dashing after insects a few weeks ago in late March, they must have just returned from Africa. Their presence was a tangible sign that winter was losing its grip. The pleasure of spotting sand martins is further enhanced because it is one of our bird species that has suffered a massive slump in numbers. This was the result of two catastrophic winter mortalities in the 1960s and 1980s, when sand martins were hit by drought in the Sahel region of Africa. I was watching these sand martins from the pictureesque 15th century bridge that was once the main entrance to St Ives and was wondering where I should start searching for their nest burrows. The colonies are normally in the sandy banks of rivers and, increasingly, sand and gravel pits. You can imagine my surprise, then, when one of the martins flew into a 4-inch metal drainpipe set into the side of the bridge. At first I thought I might have been mistaken but I soon found there was a regular traffic in and out of the drain.
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