The tree swallows fledged this morning. I walked past the nest box a few times each day. Each trip, the male buzzed my tower. As the nestlings neared the point of fledging, he hunted me down in the yard to fly at me. He seemed happy to be unhappy to see me. I’ll miss him.
The tiniest of cemeteries, a flag, trees and birds. It’s a regular stop on a Breeding Bird Survey I do. I want to spend longer than three minutes here.
A busy bee hotel.
