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It’s that time of the year, when the days get longer, watermelon margaritas are made and them pesky swallows come back. It starts simply enough, they fly by and take a look around the front porch.

Then you start to see the little droplets of mud, which from there quickly forms a nest. You want to get it down, you want it to go away, you want to make it just disappear. It’s messy, you know what birds are going to do.
Don’t look into their beady little eyes, please don’t say, “aren’t they cute” and definitely don’t give in and say oh okay you can stay.
While I was doing my research on these little birds, I came across some interesting information.
They enjoy being around humans, hence the reason they don’t go build out in my old cattle barn, but choose to be close to me on my front porch. Me and my cats I should say, well at least Mister Tiggs.

Says we humans tolerate this because they have insect-eating habits, heck Mister Tiggs doesn’t even have that quality.
I also read that acceptance was reinforced in the past by superstitions regarding the bird and its nest. What? Really!
Turns out there are cultural references to the barn swallow in literary and religious works due to both its living in close proximity to humans and its annual migration.
Oh my stars, guess who’s living on my front porch…

They are quite nice to be around. the babies come hungry and keep their mother busy, until very soon, they begin to take flight. They’re sweet to see growing up, then still try to stuff themselves into their nest.

So, I guess what I’m trying to say is they can stay. They’re home. No matter the mess or fuss, they have chosen to make my home, their home. There are lessons we can learn from these tiny feathered creatures. How to nuture, to be fearless and to love.  It”s interesting to me that so much can be learned from one small bird. One night I sat out on the front porch with my Dad drinking wine. The mother perched above us, sitting on her eggs and the father came along and sat close. It was a very calming feeling and we all felt safe, because he was on watch. 

Now, I must admit in the past, I’ve tried to deter them from their nesting endeavors. Going as far as to spend $9.95 on a life size plastic owl in hopes he would scare them away. Let’s just say, they were not fooled for a second.

Instead, I watch little heads peek over at me, their mother feeding them and then as they fly out of the nest.

So, now we live in harmony together, I’ve nested here, so shouldn’t they do the same.

I’m off now to power wash the nest…just kidding. she sitting on her second batch of eggs!

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