“I think I’m a Northern Rough-winged Swallow. Stay back—I’m dangerous!”
Last year, a pair of swallows built this nest under our eavestroughing. They returned (OR sent some of their kin?) to nest again this spring. We are able to view their nursery from our kitchen window and also from the back porch.
4 birdies jostled against each other this year. On June 5th, we watched them whack each other as they preened and flapped their wings.
Mom (?) tended her babies carefully for several weeks.
Dad (?) supervised closely from the barn roof. This view was from our loft/school room. The nest is barely out-of-sight from this vantage point—directly under those eaves.
This image was captured on June 6th—only 1 day after I photographed the full nest.
As my little birdies are requiring deodorant and surpassing my height, the empty nest under our eavestroughing causes me to cherish each stinky armpit.
June 2010 / June 2011