Pending return of the swallows to “Capistrano”.
Please excuse the pic being a little blurred. I’m not the greatest wildlife photographer and did not want to get too close and scare our previous young neighbors. Barb and I wait, pensively, every year for the safe return of our feathered friends who chose our home to rear their young. Hopefully, they’ll be returning soon to produce several new broods of offspring. A delightful reminder of spring and the renewal of life.
I remember sharing a picnic cover with a brood of swallows at the lava flow close to Carrizozo. I was coming home from a conference and stopped to eat my box lunch. I decided the mama bird must have trusted me because she didn't dive bomb me a single time and even left me with her babes while she went to hunt bugs. It was an amazing lunch.
Karla