Puffins..... I always watch for the swallows arriving in April. They are the harbinger of our summer and generally appear in the second week of April. There is something wonderful about spotting the first swallow of the year, and then watching as others also arrive, gathering in small chattering groups in the barn and on the telephone wire. They are such graceful birds with their elegant forked tails and scimitar wings, swooping low over the land, chasing the early evening insects. Another equally lovely bird is the puffin, but for quite different reasons. The puffin and swallow do share some features - both are black and white, with some red and blue - but there the similarity ends. Where the swallow is lean, the puffin is stout, where the swallow is elegant, the puffin is ungainly and where the swallow keeps to the land in the summer, the puffin is at sea. But who can resist the charms of the puffin, a delightful, slightly comical, endearing bird, which lays its eggs in rabbit burrows...