this morning i agitated the barnswallows by walking past the general vicinity of a nest. a hundred angry little fast swoopy birds yelling at you all at once remains quite an experience.

i'm home for a few days to help with some projects. we're building a new barn. thinking about how the ancestors of these swallows lived in previous barns, at least a few timbers of which are probably being recycled into the new barn...

@brennen My parents used to have a pair that nested over their front door most years. The folks usually went in and out through the garage, but it was always an adventure for visitors (including my sister and I, who had recently moved out; much "empty nest" joking happened). My mother was terrified of birds (and butterflies, anything that flapped near her) so she didn't go into the front yard all summer. 😆

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