After I had noticed the swallows around the bird house I began stopping by the nesting box every time I visited the park, once upon arriving and then again after my walk before leaving. Somehow, I never saw the swallows and never heard any sounds coming from the nest. Soon I began to wonder if this bird house was really being used, or if the swallows had picked another home. I had almost given up on ever seeing any baby swallows there, when nearly three months later I spotted one of the parents up on the roof with an insect in its beak. Yes!! It was my lucky day!! I slowly and carefully approached the nest. A couple of hungry nestlings were calling for their parents to hurry up and feed them. I don’t remember how long I stayed there, but long enough for the Zendog to call me and check if everything was okay. I had lost track of time taking pictures and also just sitting on a nearby bench to watch and enjoy this moment.
“Are you my mother?”
What a special moment to witness this family of swallows.
I then decided to go for my walk and return afterwards to watch these birds some more.
And that’s exactly what I did …