The Last of the baby swallows

Have left their warm and comfortable little nest—

Only returning at night.  Still just teenagers—needing a bit of comfort before tackling the world.

They were raised over our backdoor.  Every time I go in or out I got to watch them as they grew.

Making me smile all the while.

(This makes their parents terribly nervous, but, oh, well, I have enjoyed being part of their little baby lives.)

Soon, they will blend in with the others…making it difficult to ever know who is who again.

Such a distinctly joyful experience!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda