23 September, 2008

all sexed up


Love the barn Swallows. to me, they are the birds of twilight (yes, robins and the cardinal @ the feeder, but otherwise...). They swoop and whirl all abou the darkning summer evening, my guess is going for all the insects. They will all swirl about real good, and then zoom rite over the ground a foot or two up like a P-51 strafing nazi positions.

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