As a child, I remember on summer evenings watching and being captivated by swifts. They seemed to defy gravity with lightning aerial displays, followed by screams of rejoice to reinforce the fact. Ever since, I have been obsessed with the common swift, eagerly awaiting their return to herald the summer. Growing up, I have witnessed a year-on-year decline in the number of birds that return. Furthermore, the resident swifts I remember in my home village are no longer there and the summer sky there is now silent.