When the wind was gentle
The sun blazed the western clouds, as it rose to warm the air
The screaming for FOOD! FOOD! FOOD!
Seemed to lessen
A stillness emerged from the little mud nest right over the back porch light
A group three of the little Barn Swallows raised themselves up; with two lifting their wings and ‘flew away’. The parents singing notes of encouragement and excitement.
All day they practiced. By evening they were gone.
Then there were only two screaming mouths…just two. But two is manageable for a spell.
I’m sure one day the parents will say, in a very gentle way: “Go now, little one…make your way in the world”.
We will wait expectantly for the next batch of little birds to go from egg to fledgling before the summer is gone.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,