The Rim of Our House—-Monday, July 10, 2017

Under the eve, on the back porch light we have a little family of Barn Swallows.

Although it’s fun to watch the goings on up there in the little nest of mud…it does make for coming and going and sitting an resting a tad dangerous.  The swooping, screeching and other cries of alarm, not to mention the whir of the wings as they zip by your head….

And, of course, it is always worse when….ONE OF THE CATS sit in wait!

Yesterday afternoon, in the heat of the day…Sammy, Boomer, and myself sat under the awning in the unmoving cool of the shade.

I became interested when there was No attacking birds to bother us.

Looking around I saw one parent

Sitting on the arch watching us, unmoving but very aware of what we were doing.

Then I looked into the nest…sitting there motionless, shoulders humped, exhaustion evident on this parent’s face I saw the same look every new parent gets, whether human or otherwise: “Boy, am I ever tired”! This look seems to say.

“These kids are about to kill me.”

“I sure will be glad when they can take care of themselves.”

“If I could JUST get some sleep zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!”

The other parents seemed to be saying—“You rest, Honey! I’ll keep watch zzzzzzzzzzzzz.”

July’s Full Moon shimmered through the rippling leaves of the tree last night. The light cast was so beautiful the earth and everything on it looked like it was covered in hammered sheets of silver!


From my heart to your world,



14 thoughts on “The Rim of Our House—-Monday, July 10, 2017

    • I have seven nests right now…these new birds will add in theirs…over time I will have many. Then they leave and I knock them all down. And wash away the poop!


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