Our world is still full of the song of the swallows—

But the signs are there.  Sadly.

They are gathering now.  Spending lots of time on the electric wire, chattering and singing.

I love these little birds!  They are the last to come in the Spring

And the last to leave in the Summer.

Now they are starting to queue up, disciplining themselves for that long, long flight to other places

Only they know when it is time to take off.

I hope I get to see them gather into a large swirling murmuration; 

So I can wave goodbye!

I got to do that ONCE!  Only once in my 74 years.  Maybe I will get to do it again.

Only time will tell.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda