Every summer I get the opportunity to get close to one or more of the many swallows that surround us here at ReesAcres. The birds fly into the house, usually via an open door and, try as they might, they can’t get out through the closed windows. Often they become tired and distressed in the attempt, poor things.
They are so small, fragile and beautiful when seen close up. Yet they will fly thousands of miles to winter somewhere warmer – who can blame them?
They make me look and feel clumsy.