These are some of the baby barn swallows that live in the carriage way of our building. The same barn swallows that dive bomb us when we are grilling and when we let max chase bugs on the back stoop. They are the same ones that wake Eric up at five in the morning, the same ones I sleep right through. They are the same barn swallows that I called purple martins for three straight years.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
I'm a birder now. Remember?
These are some of the baby barn swallows that live in the carriage way of our building. The same barn swallows that dive bomb us when we are grilling and when we let max chase bugs on the back stoop. They are the same ones that wake Eric up at five in the morning, the same ones I sleep right through. They are the same barn swallows that I called purple martins for three straight years.
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