Thursday, July 29, 2010
Then all eight or ten adults fly into formation around the young'uns, giving them the freedom to get the hang of it without worrying about hawks or flying into trees or the side of the barn.
It's a magnificent ritual for a sunny summer day. And by nightfall, all the swallows will have left the barn. I do not know where they live once they have fledged. But they come back every evening to swoop and eat bugs. And maybe, just maybe, the little ones tell the others "that's where I grew up!"
On another front, I've been observing the local hummingbirds through my living room window. For about a month there seemed to be just one, but about a week ago I realized three were vying for position. None has a ruby throat -- perhaps they're all young. The most interesting behavior I've seen is that one of them will perch in the vine growing up the shepherd's hook. See it there towards the top?
Who needs TV?!