The Swift arrives
later, and departs sooner than any of the tribe: it is larger,
stronger, and its flight is more rapid than that of any other of
its kindred. Swifts are almost continually on the wing; they fly
higher, and wheel with bolder wing than the Swallows, with which
they never intermingle. The life of the Swift seems to be divided
into two extremes; the one of the most violent exertion, the other
of perfect inaction; they must either shoot through the air, or
remain closed in their holes. They are seldom seen standing still. |
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