Every year, barn swallows take over our front porch to raise their babies from April to about June. We're happy to surrender it to them, because they are absolute murder on the flies. Over the past four years, about forty-five swallows have flown out of nests on our porch. It's impressive when they all decide to come back at once. The cats hide.
This is a painting of one of the chicks, trying to decide if he's ready to fly, and looking rather grumpy that someone is taking his picture.
