Our nest is empty now at Pumpjack Piddlewick

The nest is empty. Or should that be – we, or at least our resident barn swallows, are empty nesters? The fledglings have flown and our hallway is now quiet.

It’s a real case of missing something when it is gone. I loved the early morning chatter I awoke to each day. (Pumpjack maybe not so much.)

It was appreciated for what it was, a celebration of morning, life and family. Yes, it became louder as the baby birds became bigger and crowded their nest. Okay, yes, we could hear their chirping even at the other end of house at feeding time as they got bigger. And, oh my yes, it will be missed as it was such a happy sound.

Life grows up, spreads its wings and moves on. Maybe it is all the sweeter for being transient.

(… and hopefully they will come back to their nest next year. I hear that is what barn swallows do…)

A little vignette on the beginnings with our Barn Swallows

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