I need to think of a new title for this annual post,
but it's the only one that seems fitting when my feathered friends disappear
but it's the only one that seems fitting when my feathered friends disappear
to South America every September without so much as a "see you next year."
They began acting strangely on Saturday. I watched them gather in a great big
disorganized clump high above the corral, much higher than they usually hang out.
It's like they were having a meeting. Maybe they were deciding who would leave first.
In any event, by yesterday, all the Swallows were gone.
Interestingly enough, the majority of the flies have now disappeared as well.
We'll only miss the swallows.
