I came in from the garden the other day and saw this in the driveway.
It was a little baby swallow that had apparently fallen out of its nest, poor thing.
He was right below this cliff swallow nest, so I put two and two together and concluded this was where he belonged.
So I got a ladder, gently picked him up...
...and slipped him back inside the nest. I went away feeling smug and righteous.
For about five minutes. Then he was back on the ground again.
Kind of reminded me of this old Sergio Aragones cartoon.
Well duh, silly me. Apparently he came from the barn swallow nest in the barn, not than the cliff swallow nest under the house eaves.
See? One fledgling. Should be two.
Trouble is, that nest is 18 feet off the ground. So I str-e-t-c-h-e-d our tallest ladder...
...climbed up, and slipped him back inside the nest.
Meanwhile the parents hovered anxiously.
See? Two fledglings. They even match.
Half an hour later, he was back on the ground.
Meanwhile his sibling looked ready to leap. Okay, catch a clue. They're supposed to be doing this.
Pretty soon both babies were on the ground.
So was our barn cat...
...who, to his credit, paid the fledglings no attention.
Well, for the last few days we've had those babies literally underfoot. We have to be careful where we walk lest we step on one.
We never know where we'll find one.
Lydia has been fascinated. Doubtless they'd make a good snack.
The parents are still feeding the babies... wherever they are.
See the butterfly?
It's been awfully fun watching these babies as they gradually learn to fly the coop.