Too quickly once again summer's days have been flying by, and we've turned the calendar over onto yet another month. But even though the season's winding down, and I see all the stores zipping ahead to the fall holidays (and even Christmas!), I'm keeping in summer mode until the 22nd rolls around. And what is a summer without some barn swallows? Gosh I love these birds and watching them dip and dive over the growing fields and sitting in lines on the fences and wires in the heat of those summer mornings and evenings. I took this photo last summer at a farm where all these juvenile barn swallows had just recently fledged and would come to rest from their flying on this wire fence, occasionally flapping their wings and wobbling around when they weren't quite able to keep their balance. And I can't count the number of times this past summer I stopped and sat down with Cole on our walks just watch the swallows swoop over the wheat and barley fields for a while. It's too hard for me to pick favorite animals because I just am in love with them all, but if I had to have a list, barn swallows would definitely be near the top.
Here's a little poem I wrote back in July of 2014 I thought would be fitting to share today:
Summer came upon the wing
Of the swallow flying o'er the field.
Happy the tune which she did sing,
For no cloud would the sun now yield.
And underneath the shadow of
An aged barn of oak,
The little swallow built her nest
Before first light had broke.
Her young grew quickly in the fleeting weeks
Of warmth and days of light.
It wasn't long before they, too,
Above the field took flight.
And when the fields had emptied their grain,
And the swallows soared no more,
The clouds gathered once again
To shadow the sun's splendor.
The cold winds blew outside in fury;
The trees had released their leaves.
Oh swallow, do return in a hurry,
And bring back summer please!