As one door closes another opens. Literally. We may have lost a little duckling from our lives but we have gained a pair of nesting barn swallows. Except they are not in the barn, but in our house.
For some inexplicable reason the barn swallows have decided they like our hallway. They like to swoop in and out the cat opening in our back door. What daring teases. The cats like to sit on the stairs and watch this. We thought it best to open the door fully and keep it propped open. Now they swoop in at head height. A tad safer.
Sometimes they fly up the stairs and we find one (usually the male) sitting on our hot water tank. Lapsong in particular likes to let us know he is there by sitting in the middle of the bathroom, staring upwards and chirupping (that’s the actual sound). We now keep the bathroom window open too. At moments like this I feel like a stewardess, ‘In the event of a cat chasing you, your nearest exits are here, here and here’.
On Saturday we realised they were starting to build a nest where they normally like to sit and watch over the coming and goings. Must be an enthralling spot. It is now just about done, I guess, as we see the female sitting more and more in it.
For something so small they sure can make themselves heard. Who needs an alarm clock when you have barn swallows? Pre-dawn and apres-dusk bring on quite the chorus.
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