Checking up on the youngster. The male Barn Swallow would stop and perch by the youngster, chatter a bit, and then take flight and swoop and dive in the backyard. I happen to love Barn Swallows. They are my spark bird. When I see them, I think back to camp at Camp Stapleton in Port Sanilac, MI.
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Wonderful :-))
I am sure you have many wonderful memories from your camp days and how this turned into your spark bird. Beautiful photos to spark beautiful memories of your spark bird. Nice post Janet!
The swallows bring back fond memories of seeing different swallows in S Dakota.
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