Annoying buggers that s**t on everything!
That’s true if they nest under your eves. But I don’t mind a bit of bird sh*t, I can think of worse things, eg. no birds/birdsong.
As it happens, I pointed out a swift to a mate on a bike ride today – first one I’d noticed this year.
Funny how they come all the way to Britain just to spend the summer here, when you consider what crap weather we usually have. If ever I come back reincarnated as a swift, I think I will take full advantage of the fact that having wings means that me and the missus can go and spend the summer wherever we fancy.