When the swallows come back

One morning last week, I found my swallow nest empty. The night before, all five baby swallows were lined up for food as usual. I wondered if some bird rapture that LaHaye had failed to chronicle had occurred overnight.

Then about 8:30 in the evening, they all started flying back. They played a darting, pecking, swooping king-of-the-hill game until all five were stacked in layered on top of each other with tails and beaks hanging out.

Each day now they fly out on forays for their own food always returning to the nest for night sanctuary. I know that soon
they will fly away and not return.

Bye, bye birdies....